The Journal (Part One – The Introduction)

Have you thought of escaping to a completely different place, filled with tongue clicking strange languages and possibly ran amok with the thing you call luck?

I have, and it happened before I could think of a nice ambition for myself. Before I could understood that money was important.

So have a look at a glimpse of my Dream. There are not perfect; clumped papers, thick glues and torn pages but they are all mine.

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I started writing journals when I was 15. I am ashamed to admit this but I made some horrible things to the school library books, as now you can guess.

But I was happy, and that is the most important thing in the World.

Favourite Book

When I was younger, I used to have hundreds of translated Enid Blyton books. I used to imagine she was a man because the stories tell of adventures and mysteries – things not┬áincorporated with a lady.

The Malay translation sometimes made me read the book twice. There are good and bad translations but as a little girl, you just don’t understand if the writer’s vocabulary was too much or your head just can’t stomach the complicated idea just yet.

It was amazing reading those books because they changed the setting to Malaysian names and places and you, naively thought that this Mister Enid surely knew a lot of Malaysian stuffs.

Now that I realized the truth, apart of being duped for a decade or so, I should forward my appreciation to Miss Blyton who planted the seed of curiosity deep into my unconscious being.

The tiny thing sprouted into a big tree, which is a nice place to grow a pair of wings. The roots penetrated the crusty heart and the leaves shade me from the merciless storm.

It is a nice thing to have: roots and wings.

The Treasure Island

Secondary School

Five years. 1996-2000. Below are several pieces of memories from the old school.

PMR slip

Most people probably threw this away but I liked it and glued it to my journal.

The receipt

What a hopeless geek, you might say but I am just preserving the moment. It’s the little things that speak the loudest.

You will surely remember the next one.

The so-called ‘mess’

Last but not least, the system that most of us failed to remember.

Remember those days when we got the Discipline Memos? This is one of my many summons.

Reason: Late to Physics Lab. I did not even go to see the required party ­čÖé

Though I prefer to be excluded from the school’s many reputations, I confess that this school moulds many people to be the best that they can be and I am glad that I have surrounded myself with great, beautiful ┬áminds.

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