"KIKI LALA" from my DAD~

My “KIKI LALA”….I am really indeed missing my “KIKI LALA” School Bag :p

When I was 7 years old, I was so petite…was so eager to embark my life into another stage. I can’t wait to step my tiny feet into the primary school’s gate. It was called SEKOLAH RENDAH KEBANGSAAN METHODIST (ACS). It wasn’t a Chinese School, instead it was a fully-conversed Malay School. Most of the teachers were Malay. Dad sent me to this school, reasons being were Dad wanted me to converse well in Malay and English Languages. Nevertheless my cousin sister was there, dad initially thought she could take care of me. Hah…when I was Standard One, she was already Standard Six??? How was she supposed to take care of me??? Even me, I didn’t understand also. Nevermind, in fact, that moment, I loved that school so much. Less homework, sometimes I didn’t even have a single homework!!! Nice right???!!! It was like a heaven. We had lots of Chinese students in that school too…apparently, I wasn’t so lonely at all.

I was shy, I was timid, I didn’t talk much….for the first day at school. I only talked with the Chinese boy whom seated beside me and I still vividly remember his name till today although I barely could know where is he now!!! That first day of school…after class dismisses, I didn’t know where to wait my Mom. Oh well, actually I knew!!! Mom has told me million of times….i just that, I felt bored, so…I followed this boy walked side by side, chit chatting till the end of the road. Then in a sudden, I heard a “HONK” sound, it was loud and clear!!! Saw my Mom’s car, and I got nagged till I reached home. SIGH~

I was close to my Dad when I was a kid. Oh ya….Dad bought me the whole series of “KIKI LALA” to school…from school uniform, water bottle with “KIKI LALA” fancy cloth wrapper, shoes and not to forget my school bag!!! It was PINK in colour…with “KIKI LALA” cute pictures!!! I loved that bag very much!!! I was really the “ROCK STAR” in that school…all of them were so jealous of me. I looked like a PRINCESS~ (Now I knew why, I adore bag so much…it’s all because of the “KIKI LALA” Bag. SIGH again.)

Now, I am closer with my Mom…maybe because my Dad used to work at outstation, that’s why. We hardly can spend time all together.

I used to stay late with Dad in the living room, we both lying on the mattress, watching TV especially when there were the launching and holding of OLYMPICS Season. I didn’t know what was OLYMPICS all about, I didn’t even know what was SPORTS all about. All I knew…when I dozed off like a baby on the mattress, Dad will hug and carry me to my room sweet room. Hihihi, I loved those feelings. I am a extremely pampered person till today.

Then the next morning, Dad will wake me up…with my crumpled pyjamas, without brushing my teeth, not combing my hair, with my smelly small “KIKI LALA” blanket, Dad will drive us to Market to get some breakfasts. It was roughly 6 in the morning. I still remember clearly I loved “CHAR SIU PAO” at that time. Hihihihi….and some dimsums “SIU MAI.” HOORAY!!!! It was like a heaven to me again~

Whatever I wanted, Dad will get it for me…without asking me why. Dad allowed me to drink soft drinks at school when I was a kid, Dad allowed me to bring extra 50 cents to school so that I could buy sweets and chocolates for myself, Dad immediately will buy me a new pair of shoes when he realized my feet have grown an inch bigger. Dad didn’t want me to borrow TEXT BOOKS at school, he said… “that was for not affordable people, if you borrowed it, you will cause them lose a series of text books which they could borrow.” Dad wanted me to use brand new text books, Dad wanted me to bring some nice candies and chocolates when I celebrating “HARI KANAK KANAK” at school. Dad wanted me to learn musical instruments so that I could be a better person…. I used to learn ORGAN when I was a kid. Ended up…I quit at last when I was Form 3. I just…I am not a talented person in musical. It would be better if he sent me to singing classes…. :p

Dad didn’t even think I could score lots of “A” in my PMR, SPM and STPM. Dad didn’t expect I could graduate with a Bachelors’ Degree holder in UM. Dad thought his daughter is an ordinary girl. Dad seldom sees me study at home. Hahahaha…. I studied very hard each and every day, only Dad didn’t know it because he was busying at work. I won’t end up crying when I was undergoing my examination, I won’t even cry at home when I was doing revision. Hahahaha, my studies were the pleasant and without stress. I still can watch movies…go shopping with friends and family as usual.

As time goes by, I realized my Dad and my Mom are getting older. They are aging seriously. I felt scared. My mom…she has wrinkles around her eyes area. She has grey hair. My dad…he is getting tanned and tanned due with his exposure to the sun while working. Dad doesn’t have much hair. He is going to bald soon in any of these days :p Then me myself, I have grown prettier, more feminine…I started to earn my own money with my own feet four years ago. It wasn't a grand amount but ever since that day, I didn’t ask a single cent from my parents. In fact, it’s my turn to get them the things that they wished for :p

Sometimes, I wished I could return to 20 years ago. Then I wouldn’t be…then I wouldn’t be flying now. Maybe I would be a NURSE or a TEACHER ^_^ For my family photo, please click here ya :p