A successful story of THE BRIGHT GIRL..

A successful story of a bright girl


             My life? Splendid of course. I am happy with my life and my possession right now. I enjoy my life in spree. I thankful for all my blessings, yet most people stagger through life bemoaning what they don’t have and talking about what they don’t want. I used to gripe those things before and ditched it as I leave my high school. You can’t feel good about yourself by grizzling about yourself. As an old saying that goes: “Thou shalt decree a thing and it shall be established unto thee”. So, I tend to gravitate to changes. Life’s change when we change. I was born with carte blanche (huhu…kuikuikui..). Yeah! That’s me. I can do whatever I want (as long as I get permissions from my parents and my other half) and I do it. Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a future, today is a gift.. That’s why it’s called present. Unique huh! How English can understand my train of thought so well. My yesterday, my history, nothing interesting but my past has brought me where I am right now. A glimpse about my past emerges, right when I was 4 years old. I always went to a kindergarten near my house but that time I was not one of the students there. I just stopped by sometimes to say hello to Cikgu Nor. I still remember her. Then one day, she invited me in. Then I got the opportunity to play with the students there. Then she told me to summon my mum. The next day, my mum and I went to the kindergarten. They discussed something that really didn’t attract me at all. I was so damn busy playing. Then when we were home, my mum asked me whether I want to go to school or not. Suddenly, a wide grin popped up. I smile to her and she knew it. I went to kindergarten at the age of 5. I was such an active girl. I played as police traffic at the exhibition of Pekan Budaya. Then, my dad asked me to take part in storytelling. WTH?? I knew nothing about storytelling. Every evening, when other children at my age were happily playing around, my dad trained me to confront audiences. Using microphone so the whole house can hear my voice, and he asked me to practice telling bedtime story to him. I felt so exasperating. How could he? But somehow, now I knew that he had done something to my self-esteem. He enhanced it to the fullest. I showed my gratitude by winning few story telling competitions. My first story is about a monkey. I don’t really remember the story but it sounds like this ‘there’s a monkey in my backyard’. I remember this sentence because the word ‘backyard’. It was the first time I learnt new word. Backyard.


Then when I was 7, I went to school. Nothing interesting happened when I was 7. From the 4th class, I jumped up the 1st class, 2A. Then something happened, once again, I took part in storytelling. This time, no more monkey but donkey. My favorite story. I like this story because I was equipped with donkey suits (hahaha..You guys should see me with those clothes, so funny bunny and cutey..). Then, I became famous at school. At the age of 8, my name always been chanted by headmaster at the assembly whenever I won a story telling competition. All those applause were for me. I can’t remember how many times I had won this kind of competition. It’s overwhelming. I continued my eminence to the 3rd grade. This time, greater, better and my life was so blessed as I past my PTS with flying colors. Wow! What an Italian job. My primary school time was awesome. I succeeded in my UPSR with straight A’s. Then my dad bought me a hand phone. It was a great honor to possess a hand phone when your age is only 11.


My high school? No comment. I kept participating in curricular activities. This time, it’s expanding. From storytelling to debates, forums, choirs, poem recitations, pantun, syair si rama-rama and much more. I have achieved a tremendous success in those competitions. (Eventually, my brain always cravind for success smpai addicted dengan success and darn, failures scared my brain off). Surprisingly, when I was about to sit for my SPM, I was chosen as the Tokoh Nilam Negeri Terengganu. Splendid isn’t it? I think that’s all for my school hood. Cinta monyet? No lah. I was such a nerd when I was in high school. Since I was the eldest, so I knew nothing about pressed powder, mascara, eye liner, lipstick. Nope, nothing! I don’t even know how to doll up like present kids in high school. They know everything. From makeup, love stories, gorgeous gadgets, and the most idiotic is they know how to make baby (Most of them, not all of them). Then abort it, and sadly, it recurs. OMG! Dopey kids. They don’t really deplore their wrong doing.


I think they want to emancipate themselves from daily routines that bog them down. So, by acting bad demeanor and failing to harness their ability to think sensibly lead them to calamity. They inclined towards mess. I think that’s enough. I am not so good to talk bad about others. But, I was just giving my comments since I love to observe people’s behavior, analyze it, and then criticize it. Yup, that’s me! Such a cynical. I am establishing attitude which resembles my parents. Yup, my parents especially my dad yang suka kutuk orang lagi-lagi Tok Su yang kat belakang umah yang suka manjakan cucu-cucu dia. I think he is absolutely right. She spoils her grandchildren so damn much. Recently, my dad beli tanah yang my family tengah duduk sekarang and dalam perjanjian dah cakap yang my dad akan bayar 2 kali. But, that day, Tok Su datang rumah kitorang and asked my dad for some deposit sebab cucu dia nak beli barang and simen ntah apa ntah untuk baiki rumah. Then my dad bagilah sikit. Yang jahatnya, my dad gave her another RM1k depan cucu dia yang newly married (baru tingkatan 3 sehh! Dah kawin..Jodoh, tapi hari-hari gaduh..Bodoh!!) The silliest thing happened, 1 rumah tu bergaduh over RM1k. Hahhahah. My dad ketawakan diorang (Jahat sungguh my dad ni). Patutla aku pun terikut-ikut sekali. Then My dad bagi another RM 10k to Tok Su. Then, ceaselessly, she tells everybody dalam kampong tu yang dia nak belikan cucu dia yang newly married sebiji motor, and cucu dia yang keje kat Pulapol KL a car. My dad said, xpe! Jangan nak berlagak dengan duit secoet tu. Yup, agree dad! It creates contemplation in my family towards them. Sekarang ni dengar cerita dah beli motor baru, ice box baru dengan RM10k tu. Lantak dia la. It’s funny to hear their stories.


To be continued…someday perhaps..