At this moment, i really miss my hometown. It has been 3 years, since I left that place. The place where, I learnt a lot of things. I lived there for about 9 years.

After that moment, I NEVER turn back. But now, after i feel the peace in my heart, i really want to meet my sensei.. hihi.. my primary school teachers, my secondry school teachers, my ustaz, my ustazah and even the grandpa who drove my school van. If i can, i want to hug them and thank them for everything, for scolding me, for raising me to become a good human. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Not forgetting my silat sensei Cikgu Azree, and his wife Cikgu Azlina. Thank you! Eventhough i didnt continue my silat lesson here, but KRSM always remind me to "gerakan silat" and perhaps i still remember some "bunga". Thank you. Thank you. Tokwan, Ustaz Kamal, Cikgu Rosmawi, Cikgu Muhammad, Puan Normah, Cikgu Ridzuan, Teacher Ashok, and etc. Sorry, it is easier to remember male teachers than female teachers, since female teachers are numerous. Arigatoo gozaimasu! sensei!

I hope one day, i can go to my primary school and recall all the beautiful memories. The day i celebrated my birthday, the first present that I received, my clique, the moment that i worked in the library. Ahhh, not forgetting the day i fell from the dentist chair. Hahaha.. It was totally funny.. And also the day, i went home by walking alone. Apparently, I had to endure the insecure feeling and put a brave me, so that i wont be scold. Thinking that im the eldest, is a burden, most of the times. Had to act like im scared of nothing, im brave enough to cross the big road and etc. Hahaha, that was an eldest's mind at the age of 11.

Tokwan was my grandpa's close friend. :)) i still remember when he showed me some photos of them when they were young.. Tokwan with his blue van. What is he doing now? :)