....continuation....What I did and all that happened to me when I was a girl........

          I'm really amused when I see my grandchildren these days compared to how I had been with my brothers and sisters in those days. How amazing...as I entered the KFC restaurant, I saw a little boy maybe aged three or four handling a gadget, scrolling through, browsing for his favourite game.
What I'm trying to picture out here is that, kids nowadays have many ways to enjoy and have fun. Let me tell you.....how did we do it in those days? If you're a teenager now, you might just say...."oh forget it....I have better things to do, that's boring!"  But if you're as old as I am, I believe you'd sit down there and recall back your own moments when you were a kid.  Right or not?
          Well.....every night would just be the same...after dinner, cleaning up, doing some homework if there was any and then sitting down there playing with the seven stones...."main seremban" that's how we call it in Sarawak here. This is how you play it....gather all the stones in your palm and tumble, then catch. Whoever catch the most stones can start the game. Lay six stones on the floor, throw one up in the air and try to catch the remaining stones on the floor, and then manage to catch the falling stone. If you fail to do that....you'll have to pass the stones to other person. It was exciting, well....having nothing else to do at night, that was the greatest fun.  I was champion several times and that was history.
          There was something else exciting throughout the week nights.  We would always wait for that
"Drama dalam Syair" on every Friday night. Well... you know.. as I remembered the thrill...it was like waiting for the "GEGAR VAGANZA CONTEST' on astro.  Why not....every one is so eager to know what happened to the so-called 'Dandan Setia' after he was captured by his enemy!  Oh my...with his lover waiting anxiously for him and not knowing his whereabouts.  So...every body....my brothers and sisters, my parents, my aunt and uncle would sit down there looking up at the radio. Wasn't that silly....? No, it wasn't silly cause everybody's trying to blend in with the tale in the drama.


....to be continued.... 


          
         

Let's

           


                 Look!  It's a beautiful day
                 wanna go for a ride on my bike
                 go get your helmet
                 sit close to me
                 buckle up
                 and hold tight

                 we'll go slow
                 don't worry
                 and you'll see
                 oh! see those birds
                 on the line up there
                 aren't they beautiful

                 ah....that cat over there
                 let's say good morning
                 meeeoooowwww!
                 and off it goes running wild
                 hahahaha......
                 that's fun isn't it
               
                 can you feel the breeze
                 touching your face
                 the leaves on the trees
                 makes you feel fresh everyday

                 come on......
                 let's go to the highways
                 still...no worries
                 we're in no hurry
                  just hold tight

                 as we go along
                 let's hum a song
                 hmmmm hmmmmm
                 hmmmmm  oh...yes
                 are you hungry?
                 don't you think we need a break
                 that's what we should have done first

                 let's turn in to that lane
                 and park our bike
                 would you agree
                 a roti canai or two
                 one for me and one for you

                  it's been a good time
                  riding with you
                  I'll send you home
                  not to worry
                  for as long as you're happy
                  call me.....
                  if you need a ride on my bike
                  and let's...................    

  

What I did and all that happened to me when I was a girl.

                 My parents had never sent me to a kindergarten as far as I was concerned. I entered Primary One on one early morning at St. Joseph's Primary School, Miri way back in January, 1969. That was 47 years ago and I was escorted by my beloved father, he's gone now. May The Great Rabb bless him for sending me to school and giving me the knowledge and love. Pak, I love you and will always love you.
As I entered the classroom, everything was new and different. I was given a seat and as I got seated,
my mind whirled into thinking," how am I going to do about all this?" Soon, my father left and I was in the mercy of the class teacher. Why did I say that? Because I know I could neither read nor write. I couldn't even understand what the teacher said and I didn't even know how to call her. Can you ever imagine that it was really a hard time for me to get along with the rest of my classmates. I remembered only two of them, Ng Poh Geok and Alice Wee. I hope their names are correctly spelt as I got them well engraved in my head.                                                                                                      
                The day seemed to pass very slow from one period to another and I kept thinking of my mother and little brothers and sisters at home. "mak, I want to go home!" While I was sitting down still puzzled in my head, suddenly, the bell rang and it was great excitement to me when I saw everybody jumped out of their seats, grabbed their belongings and packed. "Yes, home time!!" I was slow and when I was about to pack, I saw the children carrying their chairs and putting them on the table. Then they rushed to get a broom each and quickly swept the floor. I stood still, puzzled. "When are we going home?"
                 Children rushed in and out of the classroom with their lunch boxes. Some sitting down munching and talking while others running here and there and some are writing. I didn't have anything to eat and realizing how awkward I was not able to communicate with a single soul in the
classroom, I just sat there gloomy and isolated. "Oh my, I don't like this. Is tomorrow going to be like this again?" I'd told my father about my first day in class and he said, " You'll be fine soon."

(to be continued....