Showing posts with label A Brief History Of Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Brief History Of Time. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2008

A Brief History Of Time - Reminiscent of old Aidilfitri...

I arrived home very late last night. It was very dark, clouds still shrouding across the sky even though the rain had long stopped. I braved this darkness alone...as I've done it quite a few times before. My mother was already slept, but she woke up upon hearing the drumming sound of my Wave 100 motorcycle.

She openned the back door, so I could squeezed my Wave 100 in. There's a lot of thieves lurking outside, so it would be much safer to keep this priceless Wave 100 of mine inside the house.

Mother looked at me. From top to toe. I realized her action, but I pretended Ididn't. I've been away close to half a year. The last time I've been home was when my sister got married. And that was December last year. Maybe not...I did came back somewhere between that, once...but I couldn't remember properly.

She must have missed me very much.

I headed straight to my sister's room. My sister wasn't home. According to mother, she'll only be home on Saturday. I'll be staying in her room for the moment.

My father was away working...and my younger brother was away too, with his new motorcycle. Father is fast reaching his 60's...he shouldn't be working any longer. He should have had a good rest at home by now. It was all my fault. At 23, I should be working. But due to some circumstances, I didn't. And my youngest brother was already in his dreams.

This was the second successive years I've been home at the eleventh hour for Aidilfitri. I couldn't help it...Syawal no longer a charm for me. It was all gone.

During my early years, I used to get very excited as Aidilfitri loomed. Aidilfitri was the day of the year for me back then.

My mother would dressed me and my brother up early in the morning. After making sure we were both neatly dressed, my father would then send us to Tok's house.

We never wore Baju Melayu. Mother and father preferred us to wear normal shirt and trousers...albeit a new one. There in Tok's house, we would stood there doing nothing. I remember on one occasion, I stood haplessly in the kitchen, wondering what to do next. I didn't have any clue of what I was doing. Tok would just passed by us because she was too busy preparing dishes.

When she finished, we would eat together. Then Tok would gave us 'duit raya'. Mother and father would arrived later to join the celebration.

I didn't go around the village collecting money untill I was in primary 3 or 4. I had very few friends...I would just stayed at Tok's house the whole morning of Raya. Usually I visited Pak Chaq during the interval, and not to forget my grandmother. And I would went straight back home after that.

On one occasion, on the way home from Tok's house, a cow let loose and ran straight towards me. As it darted towards me, I was so frightened that I went down awkwardly to the ground even though the cow never touched me. But then I claimed to my mother that I was hit by a cow. I didn't mean to deceive her, but at that time, I was very confident that wild cow really hit me. I guessed it was just my wild imagination.

Nek would gave out RM10 for 'Duit Raya' most of the time. She kept her money under her pillow. Somewhere in 1999, her health deteriorated, and she was transferred to Tok's house. So that she could be under close scrutiny from all of us. Everybody loved her, and everybody took turn to take care of her.

Pak Ngah was the best thing in my life during those years. Whenever mother mentioned that Pak Ngah would come, I'd almost jumping in joy. He owned a car, and he loved to take us around in his car. We haven't had any car at our disposal, that was the case. Aidilfitri would never be the same without him.

As I grew older, I started to gain friends. My friendship with Pi-on, Azimie and the rest prospered. Together with Pi-on, we never failed to accompany each other visiting from house to house, collecting 'Duit Raya'.

A sure destination was 'Salem Cool Planet' house. We called it so because the house owner planted a Pine tree in front of his house. And it resembled perfectly the tree we saw almost everyday in Salem commercial that was hugely popular back then. They would served us Pepsi or Coke, that was the reason why we loved 'Salem Cool Planet' house very much.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Apa jadi bila air dalam gelas dicondongkan?

Antara tahun 1998 dan 1999, sebidang tanah milik arwah tok wan aku di pedalaman Padang Terap akan dijual.

Sebagai waris lelaki sulung, ayah aku merupakan orang pertama yang perlu dirunding. Dan ayah boleh mendapatkan hak ke atas tanah tersebut dengan harga serendah RM 2000...jauh dari harga pasaran yang berlegar sekitar RM15 000 – RM20 000.

Seperti dijangka, ayah sangat berminat dengan tawaran tersebut, dan dia bersetuju.

Aku yang baru setahun jagung, belum faham apa-apa pada masa tu. Sebelum ini, aku selalu ikut ayah ke Bukit Tunjang...di sana ada dusun durian yang dikongsi bersama saudara ayah yang lain.

Masa sekolah rendah, aku selalu bermalam kat dusun tu...menunggu durian gugur. Ada 'Dangau' dua tingkat yang dibina bersama terpasak di atas tanah dusun itu. Selain durian, masih ada lagi pokok manggis, petai dan lain-lain.

Tapi entah kenapa, dusun tersebut seakan-akan merajuk untuk berbuah setelah aku masuk sekolah menengah. Seingat aku, aku tak pernah lagi menjejakkan kaki ke dusun Bukit Tunjang selepas tahun 1998.

Kali pertama aku ikut ayah ke dusun Padang Terap, masa seakan-akan terlalu panjang. Padang Terap merupakan antara daerah yang kebelakang berbanding daerah-daerah lain di Kedah. Kerajaan negeri giat menekankan sektor pertanian, dengan sayur-sayuran diberi perhatian utama.

Sekolah-sekolah yang terdapat di sini rata-ratanya sangat daif...dengan hanya berbekalkan satu blok untuk aktiviti pengajaran dan pembelajaran.

Masih aku ingat sekitar tahun 1997, aku, Mukrish dan Najib terpilih mewakili Sekolah Kebangsaaan Tunjang dalam satu kuiz Sains. Diiringi cikgu Aliyah, pertandingan bertempat di sebuah sekolah di Padang Terap. Dalam masa Mukrish dan Najib bertungkus lumus menjawab kuiz, aku merayau sendirian.

Aku tertarik pada satu papan kenyataan di ruang legar utama sekolah. Terpampang keputusan peperiksaan semasa sekolah. Apa yang membuatkan aku agak terperanjat, langsung tidak tercatat keputusan 'A'...hanya 'B', 'C' dan ke bawah. Agakan aku, sekolah tersebut tergolong dalam kategori sekolah luar bandar.

Dusun yang baru dimiliki ayah terletak di kawasan yang dikenali sebagai "Perik"...lokasinya betul-betul di belakang Bukit Wang, kawasan rekreasi terkenal di Jitra. Berbeza berbanding daerah lain di Kedah, daerah ini dikelilingi bukit bukau yang berbalam tinggi. Jika aku tidak salah, kawasan ini terletak dalam banjaran Kedah-Singgora yang menganjur hingga ke wilayah Thailand.

Pertama kali aku sampai di sana, keadaan sangat tenang. Ada air sungai jernih yang mengalir dari puncak bukit. Langsung tidak terusik oleh agenda pembangunan. Seakan-akan kita kembali ke zaman nenek moyang dahulu kala.

Ada beberapa penempatan orang asli, yang jelas kelihatan di lereng-lereng bukit. Menurut ayah, tidak lama lagi bekalan air dan elektrik akan sampai kepada mereka. Orang-orang asli di sini menyara diri dengan bercucuk-tanam. Kehidupan di sini sangat terasing...jika Malaysia diserang Singapura sekalipun di luar sana penduduk di sini tak akan sedar.

Aku membantu ayah menebas dan membersihkan kawasan dusun yang dipenuhi semak belukar. Banyak pokok pisang liar yang subur menumbuh. Pokok-pokok pisang liar ini berbeza berbanding pokok pisang biasa...fizikalnya lebih tinggi dan kasar. Ayah menebang hampir kesemua pokok pisang liar yang menghalang pandangan dan mungkin mengganggu anak-anak durian yang hendak membesar.

Tangan aku melecet kerana terlalu lama menggunakan parang. Hutan di sini betul-betul tebal dan terasing...ayah menunjukkan tanda di mana dusun milik kami berakhir. Di seberang tanda tersebut, terpampang hutan tropika yang sangat luas menghijau. Pohon-pohon kayu yang sangat besar menjalar tinggi, dengan ranting dan dahannya melebar jauh menjangkau beberapa belas meter.

Hutan tersebut merupakan rizab kerajaan. Menurut ayah, jika merentas hutan tebal tersebut, akan berakhir di satu kawasan sempadan yang dinamakan 'Durian Burung'. Apa yang aku tahu, kawasan tersebut merupakan antara kawasan kawalan tentera.

Masih aku ingat, ada satu ketika monyet-monyet liar berkeliaran dan bergayutan bebas di ranting-ranting pokok. Monyet-monyet liar ini yang bakal membawa masalah pada pokok buah-buahan di dusun ini satu ketika nanti. Kesan tapak kaki pelanduk juga dapat dilihat dengan mata kasar. Menurut ayah, babi hutan juga ada berkeliaran...termasuk haiwan liar seperti harimau dahan dan juga lutong.

Agakan aku, ayah ingin menjadikan dusun "Perik" ini seperti dusun Bukit Tunjang. Anak-anak durian baru ditanam, sebagai tambahan kepada durian yang telah ditanam tidak berapa lama dahulu. Pokok dokong agak luar biasa banyaknya...aku lebih suka jika pokok manggis dilebihkan. Kerana aku sudah lama tidak merasa manggis.

Di seberang yang lain, terbentang dusun milik bapa saudara aku., Pak Chaq. Di sebelahnya pula, dusun milik Tok Long. Aku sendiri tidak faham bagaimana orang-orang tua kampung aku boleh mendapatkan tanah sebegini banyak di kawasan yang sebegitu jauh dari kampung.

Dalam ketika yang lain, aku, ayah, Pak Chaq, Tok Long Mid, serta dua orang Tok Long aku yang lain datang serentak. Tujuan kami cuma satu, ingin menyalurkan air kepada pokok. Walaupun aku sendiri masih keliru bagaimana cara ingin menaikkan air ke atas tanah dusun jika tidak menggunakan pam?

Tanah dusun ayah letaknya di lereng bukit...agak tinggi berbanding tanah rata. Di bawah cerun bukit, mengalir sungai yang berpunca dari anak air di bukit yang sebelahnya. Bukit letaknya dusun kami dipisahkan dengan bukit berhampiran oleh sungai tersebut.

Ayah dan orang-orang veteran kampung yang lain membawa paip hitam yang berdiameter agak besar. Mustahil paip tersebut mampu mengepam air dari sungai tanpa alat pengepam.

Ada sebuah alat pengepam usang dalam hutan rizab tebal tidak jauh dari dusun ayah. Aku sendiri tak tahu sama ada masih boleh berfungsi atau tidak. Kali terakhir aku meredah hutan rizab untuk ke lokasi pam tersebut, kaki aku dihinggap pacat bukit yang sebesar ulat bulu dewasa. Sesudah dibuang, darah mengalir tak berhenti-henti dari kaki aku. Terasa macam nak pitam.

Kami semua bergerak menghala ke arah puncak bukit yang bertentangan dengan bukit di mana dusun kami terletak. Aku tak berapa pasti berapa jauh, pendakian mungkin mencapai 1 atau 2 Km. Ditambah dengan belukar tebal dan semak-samun, memang agak mencabar...memandangkan aku masih budak muda waktu tu.

Kami singgah di pertengahan pendakian untuk makan tengah hari. Aku masih ragu-ragu apa yang hendak dilakukan oleh ayah dan yang lain...aku hanya mengikut tanpa soal.

Bagi aku, lebih baik cari air di puncak bukit di mana dusun kami terletak. Dan salurkan ke bawah dimana dusun kami terletak. Aku difahamkan kemudian, bukit di mana letaknya dusun kami tiada punca air di puncak.

Tetapi, jikapun diletakkan paip di puncak bukit yang satu lagi, air tidak akan sampai ke dusun kami kerana kedudukan dusun kami yang agak tinggi.

Memahami keadaan aku yang masih keliru, Tok Long aku memberi aku satu anologi mudah, yang urutan kata-katanya masih aku ingat sampai hari ini.

"Apa jadi bila air dalam gelas dicondongkan? Parasnya akan tetap sama...takkan berubah"

Walaupun masih kurang faham, aku cuma mengikut tanpa banyak soal. Kami tiba di sebuah takungan air...tetapi pendakian diteruskan kerana ayah dan yang lain mahupun takungan yang kedudukannya lebih tinggi dari kedudukan dusun yang terletak di bukit bersebelahan.

Di takungan yang seterusnya, diameternya lebih besar. Tok Long menambak beberapa ketulan batu bagi membentuk takungan yang lebih besar. Kemudian paip hitam yang dibawa sejak dari tadi dimasukkan ke dalamnya. Air takungan mengalir masuk ke dalam paip hitam tersebut.

Hari-hari seterusnya, kerja-kerja menyambung paip pula mengambil alih. Kali ini, sepupu aku, Zahid turut serta membantu. Sehari suntuk kami bekerja...dan waktu itu, teknologi telefon bimbit masih jauh dari kenyataan bagi orang kampung seperti kami. Kami sekadar bertempik bagi memastikan kedudukan masing-masing di tengah-tengah hutan tebal yang terasing.

Hampir selesai penyambungan, aku menunggu dengan penuh minat di dusun Pak Chaq. Aku masih ragu-ragu sama ada air yang berpunca dari puncak bukit sebelah sana mampu turun merentasi cerun, melalui sungai dan naik semula mendaki cerun ke dusun kami.

Tak dapat dibayangkan betapa terperanjatnya aku kala air bukan setakat muncul di hujung paip hitam, bahkan keluar membuak-buak dan mengalir dengan laju sekali.

Selang berapa tahun kemudian, aku baru belajar kejadian tersebut dikenali sebagai "Prinsip Bernoulli " dalam istilah Sains. Prinsip sama yang diaplikasikan dalam kebanyakan rumah, dimana tangki air diletakkan di kedudukan yang tinggi bagi menyediakan tekanan yang cukup.

Jika paip hitam diletakkan di kedudukan yang tidak cukup tinggi di takungan bukit bertentangan, tekanan air tidak akan cukup kuat dan air tidak akan sampai ke dusun kami. Sebab itulah kami semua terpaksa mendaki tinggi.

Jika ditanya apa itu Prinsip Bernoulli, ayah dan Tok Long yang lain takkan tahu. Tapi teori yang hendak diterangkan oleh Prinsip Bernoulli tersebut telah lama berada dalam kotak fikiran mereka. Siapa kata orang-orang Melayu kita bodoh?

Aku banyak belajar dari ayah dan yang lain tentang tumbuhan dan cara bercucuk tanam. Pokok yang baru bertumbuh, perlu dijaga dengan rapi. Akar akan menjalar sejauh mana ranting dan daunnya menjalar. Kadangkala, perlu dibungkus bahagian bawah anak pokok dengan plastik hitam bagi menghalang resapan keluar air kesan bahang matahari.

Namun, atas suatu sebab yang tak dapat dielakkan, ayah terpaksa menjual dusun Perik kepada orang lain 5 tahun lepas. Aku ada terfikir untuk mendapatkan kembali dusun Perik setelah aku bekerja tetap satu hari nanti.

Seperti keadaan air dalam gelas bila dicondongkan, iaitu tetap sama dan tidak akan berubah, kenangan aku di Perik juga akan tetap sama, akan tetap tidak kan berubah...~

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Dinner at Kaleel

I had a dinner together with my friend, Saha. The time was four days ago. The place was Kaleel. Celebrating 5 days of freedom (from all kind of problems)

" Bagi teh tarik satu..."

" Wokey. Deyy...bila mau balek kampungg ?? "

" Minggu depan kot..." I'm not feeling very well that day, so I just gave a short and simple answer.

" Minggu depann?? minggu blakangg?? " He replied with such a funny and confused voice.

" Minggu blakang pun takpa la macha..." I answered in hesitance...really don't have any mood to talk.

" Minggu depann balek kalu...minggu blakangg adaa datangg?? "

Sigh.....

Saha, who seated quietly from the beginning, broke his silence eventually.

" Bagi beta air limau nipis sepinggan, nasi ayam segelas "

With a quick twist of hand, he started writing down the order, while I can't no longer refrain myself from laughing.

After a while, he stopped and began to wonder to himself. He looked upon us and whispered...with his usually confused face.

" Dey...ini macam ada tara kena laa..."

" Gapo yang tok sei lagi nih? kawe lapo doh ni...cepak gi wuat ordarr tuhh..." Saha with his usual funny-yet-serious tone.

He left...but still scratching his head. He is a confused man who is confusing other people. But he will fast adopted to the Malay language in months to come.

These have brought the memories of Fahmi, who happened to stop by here last two months.

" Mamak...kasi teh O ais satu..kurang maniss..gula lebih"

Macha man looked a bit puzzled...before replying to us.

" Kurang maniss..gula lebey...ini macam, mana ble bikin kalu..."

" Ho ho..takble ke? takpa la...kasi teh O ais biasa je. Lagi satu...nasi ayam ada? "

" Nasi ayam adaa...brapa mau macha? "

" Okey...ble jgk..tak banyak..bagi dua je...dua roti kosong, kuah campur. "

Macha : ..........

That was almost two months ago.

5 minutes had passed....and our order arrived finally, and were well-prepared too (not the other way round)

There we had our fabulous dinner...probably our last dinner together for years to come.

And that was before I've been struck with measles (a day later), which prohibits me from any outdoor activities...and prompted me to stick to bed for a lengthy five days.

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First appeared in my friendster blog May 6, 2007 (C)
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Saha was a good friend of mine somewhere between 2006 and 2007.

That was indeed our last dinner together. Due to some irreconcilable differences, we ceased to contact each other towards the end of the fasting month last year.

I did try to contact him afterwards (after several months), but to no avail.

Wherever he is now, I wish him luck for the future...

Update on 4/7/2008

The waiter who successfully confused himself and me with "minggu depan" and "minggu belakang" phrase went back to India last two days. Luckily I had the chance to bid him farewell, and he managed to brush up his Bahasa eventually. I wish him luck for the future also...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Brief History Of Time - My First Venture To Langkawi


I first came to Langkawi nearly four years ago. Fresh after finishing my final exam, I decided to embark on a new adventure...and Langkawi is preferably the best-suited place to fulfil my immense desire.

I never visited Langkawi before...although its natural and legendary beauty never failed to capture my imagination.

With only 45,000 inhabitants, Langkawi is bestowed with phenomenal sandy-white beaches, beautiful islands and rich sunny skies.

Upon boarding the boat in Kuala Perlis, I never really thought Langkawi would bring so much memory, nostalgia and good things in my later life. The thought of uncertainty and unfamiliar life on the island shrouded my initial excitement.

Together with my loyal companion, Ipin, we arrived there late in the evening. It was a sunny evening...the sky was crystal clear blue...yet the cloud of uncertainty still harbouring my mind.

I don't know what's going to happen...what things that may lay right after me here. Everything seems so strange to me...like I'm heading into a dark alley...and disappeared into a foreign territory.

We stayed in my uncle's house. He lived in Kangar before moving to Langkawi in 1997. Famed for his firm and generous character, I placed him on the highest regards. He has 3 children...and his wife is from Thai’s descendant.

Things started off as exquisite as our earlier plan, but soon began to falter. My fear is fast turning into reality...I can't reveal the details of the incident, but it had put me into a very strange and difficult situation. For all that I could remember, that was one of the toughest challenges I had endured in my entire life. I never experienced that amount of pressure before.

My friend realised it...and we spend the whole evening away from home. His imminent departure is inevitable...so he left the day afterwards...leaving me alone here. But certainly it's not his fault. Time and awkward condition separated us...until now, I am still feeling at fault with all these.

Stranded on this legendary island alone, I felt extremely lonely. No one's there to comfort me...except a certain Nurul Najwa. She was always there for me...although she's living a quiet life in mainland Kedah. She's the panacea of my successful two months stint there. A lot has happened since then...but one thing for sure, I won't forget all her good deeds easily.

I started the long journey on my own...without any friend. I went to almost every single hotel in Langkawi...hoping to land a job. But it was extremely difficult...the fact that I didn't know anyone in their inner circle. The recruitment staff would only hire those who are closely related to them.

I tried and tried...but to no avail.

I nearly gave up...there was no other hope left for me. I even thought about returning to Jitra. On my way back to my uncle's home on one devastating evening (my application was rejected because they were looking for permanent staff), I stopped in front of the newly born ‘Plaza Langkawi’.

I decided to have a look inside. It is a mammoth structure from the outside...which attracted my curiosity. I went around from shops to shops...until I arrived at a relatively small shop, which carried this small note on its front door.

Jawatan Kosong. Diperlukan Segera

It was like a dream come true! I contacted the given number...which was picked up by a woman. She told me to wait patiently outside the shop, as her husband (shop owner) was on his way through.

I waited anxiously outside the shop...I even imagined the big boss might look like a big stupid arsehole monster, ready to bite and skin me alive. Fuck you my wild imagination. All these stupid thinking escalated my nervous state to a 5-storey height...I was very nervous...

He arrived 5 minutes later...upon seeing me seating alone, he instantly recognised that I was the one. He gave a short interview...non-other than to check my background. But he didn't even bother to check the validity of my claim...my innocent and trustful look sure helped me a lot.

So there I got the job...the very first time in my entire life I got hired! What a day. All my hard work was paid off that day. I started working the same day...in a small cyber cafe which bears the name “Langkawi Online

From that day onwards...I worked very hard, to accumulate enough money and experience before I entered the next phase of my life...university. Oddly enough, sometimes, I hardly worked because the big boss was there quite often.

I worked endlessly for eight straight days...and I was badly exhausted. I have zero experience before...there's no way can I handle this large crowds on my own. My boss only equipped me with basic instructions...if not because of my genius, I might have crumbled into pieces.

I managed to hold on...because somehow I fall in love with this job. On the ninth day, my boss hired a new guy to assist me. What a relief...so there I got a new colleague.

He was none other than Faisal...who was due to become my best friend afterwards. He introduced himself briefly...and how on earth my boss persuaded him to join us remained a big mystery. A computer expert with relevant skills in networking, I think he was hired more as a technician...compared to me, merely as a cashier. But somehow his look is a resemblance of mine...although we possess distinct personality. People often misinterpreted us as sibling...with him as the older brother.

We barely spoke with each other early on...but things started to get better later on. For those who keep thinking a degree is the mother of all intelligence (and master, PhD as the grandfather of all intelligence) please think again. He is quite an exceptional person. He may not hold any degree under his belt, but his vast arrays of knowledge easily outclass most of our current graduates.

After two months, I returned to Kedah...surely, with 1001 emotions...people that I'll remember for my entire life...places that I'll never forget...and memories that'll never fade away...~

Friday, October 26, 2007

A Brief History Of Time - My Early Years

That's the title of Stephen Hawking's famous book. I read it some time in the past...it's a work of a genius. Two thumbs up. He explained complicated matter in a simple and easy-to-understand way...unlike certain people who like to project simple things in a complicated way to make them appear smart. And how I hate this kind of people.

I'm not going to elaborate on that Stephen Hawking's masterpiece...it's about me and my life so far...not so far actually, I'm only 22. But it was like I had already spent half of my lifespan...so much has happened...bitter and sweet memories...it had become part and parcel of me.

My Early Years

I was born in a small urban area of Kangar...but was raised in a remote village deep inside Kubang Pasu district in Kedah. I hardly remembered my childhood years...for all I know, I attended PASTI kindergarten as my first formal education. I fought with Pion, my future best friend, where our relationship started to deteriorated. I was transferred to Tabika kindergarten, next to the mosque and library, shortly after that.

I think that was the turning point of my life...Tabika suited my style of learning. I prospered...even though I hardly recalled any of my friends there. For all I could remember, during recess time, I would go to the nearby Pak Ngah E's shop to buy ice-cream. The shop no longer in operation...and I haven't seen Pak Ngah E for quite a long time.

I've been admitted to Sek Keb Tunjang to received my primary education afterwards. They placed me in 1 kuning (2nd best class...the best class is Hijau) . That's where I started making friends with Najib, Busra, and Asyhraf. I'm not quite sure about Busra...but I think she was there in Kuning class with me back then.

I recalled having Agama class under the guidance of Ustazah Fatimah (she was there until I was in standard 6). A quite old woman wearing spectacles (I used to remember her name, but not anymore) was my first class teacher.

My dad used to send and pick me up from school during that time...and for all I remembered, my sister cycled to school alone. She was already in standard 6 when I first enrolled in standard 1. I remembered one chilly morning, one of my friends touched my hand, and remarked that my hand was way cooler than Asyhraf's. What a cool person was I. I stayed in that class a year long...scoring pretty good grades all the way.

But they still placed me in Kuning class a year after...maybe the grading system still underway...I barely remembered all this. Najib became my good friend...along with Fauzi Mansor. They only upgraded me to Hijau class when I was in standard 3. I moved to a new classroom and building...on the 2nd floor next to SKT's great hall.

For music class, they required me to have a recorder. So my dad bought me a Yamaha recorder (quite expensive...RM10) But I sucked at music...it barely made a good sound whenever I played it. There was this one occasion, I committed my first ever "tuang kelas"...and it was during music class (not sure this happened during standard 3 or 4). I hid in the toilet the entire class...and no one noticed my absence. Poor me.