Changes ~ i remember

Have you ever wondered sometimes how time changed us, either in a good way or the other way around, including how we look and how we perceive ourselves.

I remember a week ago , I was so bored at home especially that Illa and Zafri went back to KL, and so, I called up one my students currently working in my section for PKP (Program Khidmat Pelajar) for a late supper. He was very enthusiast about wanting to know more about me and what are my thought about the future and told me of his plans for the future.

He was thinking of finishing up his Diploma in Fisheries and straight indulge himself with animal husbandry instead. When I ask him the big WHY???

WHY:-
a) Animal husbandry and why not other fields and
b) Why not continue himself in Bachelor

Being the oldest in his family with his dad soon on pensioner, he need to care for his other siblings as well and make sure the his younger sibling would be cared for and able to continue their studies for the future.

Then it strikes me Wow!!! what a good and pure intention that this 19 year old man have, I remember at that age , the only thing crosses my mind is Me, me and me.

Then we continue our conversation

Az : En Allan, kalau saya tanye En. Allan jangan marah okay.

Me : Ok… errr Tanyelah????????

Az ; emm… En. Allan ni memang ke datang dari keluarga orang yang
berada ke .

Me : What??? Why do u ask that… selama ini u nampak I kaya ke.
Selama ini, u nampak I ni jenis loaded ke.

Az : Taklah, kita. maksud saya budak PKP hari tu berbincang and
agaklah En. Allan ni mesti datang dari keluarga yang kaya sebab
dari cara perwatakan encik dan cara encik bercakap.

Then it strikes me of the stories my sister told me as we were a kid, how hard life’s been to us. The nasi kosong with black catsup and oil mix with a sprinkle of salt, the salted fish with empty rice and being able to eat chicken only if there’s a birthday celebration or Christmas.

I remember my mum would buy us ham during our government primary exam because according to her we need to be feed well during the exams. She believes that, with the good food we will produce good result.

I remember every Saturday and Sunday, my mum would woke us up early morning to do gardening planting all sort of vegetables like spinach, alogbati ( a kind of vege), kangkong and onion.

I remember to work until the wee morning with my brother and sisters , tightening up the plastic ice cream to be sold at school tomorrow.

I remember going to our neighbor house to see their brand new TV because we couldn’t afford to buy one and sitting at the edge just to have a glimpse of their brand new tv.

I remember when I was in primary 3 and in the afternoon session , being alone at home while my mother’s at school working and running to my uncles house next door after frying the chicken wings and catch a big fire instead.

I remember sneaking with my brother and sister at my neighbor orchard to steal her rambutan and get caught and then she came to my house complaining to my mum with a whole bag of rambutan for us.

I remember accompanying my sister late at night to the toilet situated a few meters from the house. Holding the torch light and making noises everytime so that my sister wouldnt feel afraid.( toto you should know this hehehe)

I remember how my mothers would teach tuition everyday in the afternoon to kids all around the kampong with minimum payment ( I think its only around RM 10,00 per head) and sometimes free because some of them are too poor to pay.

Maybe things changed throughout the years but I am still the same boy as I was before. The bittersweet memories will always lingers in my mind but one things for sure I would never forget my roots.