A little something about me. :)

I was fatefully born in a Chinese family that settled in a "new village" which strategically located at the outskirt of town in Terengganu,Malaysia. My family isn't those super wealthy one,but it is the perfect one. :)

When I was little, I used to ask my mother "how big is the world that we are living in?" with my chubby and short arms open and close sideways trying to have it figured out.Though I remember that she did give me some answers which I didn't bother to understand, but the answers weren't what I was seeking for.I asked because I wanted to ask and I loved to ask weird questions.*evil grin I got to admit that I wasn't an easy kid to take care of back then. I know, because both my parents and my grandparents who took care of me will always shake their head when topics like "baby sitting me" arise in our conversations. Guessed so I was the "outstanding" one back in those years. haha

First day at kindergarten.

I started schooling when I was 4. I can still remember vividly the feeling of my first day at school.The excitements and the worries that blended in me,uhgg!Unforgettable. It is a shame to admit this,but yeah I cried and chased after my mum just when she was about to "dump" me in there. Then I made her wait for me until school is finished. I know right I was a dumb dumb. =P Then when I slowly adapted, I found that I really love going to school.One of the reasons was because my kindergarten served chicken flavor instant noodle which happened to be the best food on earth for me at that time because mum forbidden it at home.*giggle Schooling was so fun to me that I woke up even on weekends and asked my mum if I can go to school.

Then I was 4,5,6 in a blink of eyes. I had a best friend who always sat beside me in class, though we do quarrel sometimes over little things but we will still walk hand in hand the day after.How sweet was those times.During those three years in kindergarten, I remember I only handed my results to my mum once, the rest, she found out herself while keeping my school bag.hees I was a super blur kid,and most of the time I lived in my own world.My teachers used to distribute our academic reports according to out ranking in class, and believe it or not I was always the second last one. hahaha! Well,I didn't even give a damn about it because I didn't even understand what examination meant.

Then I was 7.

I entered a primary school which located a stone's throw away from my house,it was so near that I walked to school most of the time.It was a small scaled school which has less than 100 pupils and had limited space. I had only 9 classmates back then and something special about my school was we had two classes shared a single classroom and also a teacher at once.So when I was primary one I was already learning primary two syllabus subconsciously and the same thing applied until I was primary three.I will not take that as a disadvantage because after I hopped into primary school I started to ace academically and even my seniors ask me about their homework!How amazing was that!As ridiculous as it sounds,some even made me their 'god-sister' so that I can help them with their homework. LOL

I was the ugly duckling who always be in the first place in class,no matter what. Singing competition? math competition? writing competition? Come on,bring it on! I was the class representative, the head of prefect and also the exemplary student in my school.Not only in academic wise, I was also one of the athlete that represented my state for national sport competition(MSSM). Well it will be a super long list if I mention everything,but yeah..humbly speaking I was always the excellent one in class.Ever since then,I started to love being an excellent student as it brought me more friends,and it made me felt like a superstar in school.Things was the same until I was 12. Throughout the six years I spent in primary school, I only get 2nd place in final examinations TWICE.I can't make myself forget about it because the so called 'failure' carved a deep scar in me. Just if you notice about how perfectionist I used to be, I bet no one will be glad to be my friend back then. *slap

All the so called  'achievements','respects','praises' that I earned from people around me consequently pumped up the ego, the pride and the kiasu-ness (scare of losing) in me.Ironically,I was blinded by my own stupidity. *sigh

Just if you're wondering about how I look back then, here's a little hint!
Mum didn't like us to keep long hair,so I had boy cut until the day I finished primary school.To be frank,I was a little boyish( no,should be a lot) and I was the only girl who played soccer with my boy friends. On top of that, I hated dress.I literary own none in my closet back then, because I thought being a boy is way cooler than being a girl. ngehehe!

Then things started to grow out of my expectations,drastically.
I've came to realize that, being an excellent student means nothing.Literally,nothing...



To be continued...

xoxo,

Princess Evon