Since I was small, my Mom is the one that stern and serious in educating me, who is contrasting with my Dad who is much milder in the way of love. When I wronged a word in dictation or spelling practices, I will got a whip of rattan cane. The image that will never wipe off my memory, is the pain on my feet whenever I got some careful mistakes in tests or exams. My heart was full of hatred and fear at those time, which I feel so fortunate and grateful now.
My Mom always scare that I will get strayed and cannot do well academically. Only during Year Five that I held the position as a class monitor. It was my Mom that shaped my personality as serious and not-to-smile. I should have been a school prefect as early as Form One, but cannot make it until Form Four in high school. Everywhere I went, my name is always related to a “fierce mother”.
If I want to do something not related to academic, my answer for permission is definitely “NO”. Hence, I admitted, I was trained to be a professional liar, even though I do not lie anymore when I became a leader outside my home. I had the biggest fight with my Mom when I revealed that I started my Trainee Prefect period, at the end of Form Three, just before PMR (lower secondary school certificate). From days on, I always had conflicts with my Mom, until I finished my high school in SEMEKAR as a Head Prefect (every teacher in SEMEKAR knows this).
Conflicts finally stopped after I took JPA’s (Malaysian government) scholarship and admit into preparatory programme. Since then, I felt so fortunate having such a Mom who made me more resistance to harsh words than others. If she did not gave me “tough” training, you will not read this post right now, maybe I end up behind bars now.
I already spent my whole weekend for Anatomy and Physiology. Finally I need to rest my cramped mind for couple of hours. Here I wish Mom “Happy Mothers’ Day” far from New Zealand. I will try my best to be a Malaysian that you will proud of.
**All the pictures below, are no way from my own camera or “point of view”. I am still craving for a digital camera (apart from my pathetic phone camera).
Air New Zealand commercial airplane (maybe Boeing 727) from departure hall in Auckland Domestic Terminal. Now is the first time I am proud of Malaysia. Malaysia’s Kuala Lumpur International Airport is at least 10 times more sophisticated than this “kasihan” (pathetic in Malaysian) “airport”.
Somewhere above Dunedin before airplane touches down in Dunedin Airport. I forgot what is the height, as these pictures expired long ago. Welcome to Dunedin, I said in my heart at that time. Now, I said, damn Dunedin (too small for me, a city dweller)!
Outside Dunedin Airport, about 8.30 pm. Readers, now you know it means by long day in summer. Sky only went dark about 9.00pm! Now (autumn), the sky goes dark as early as 6.30pm. Do you see how deserted is this airport?
Ha3! Finally some man-made features. Nothing special. There is a “no doggy” sign on the door.
The oldest (probably the highest) building in Dunedin – Otago University’s clock tower building. Historical building, that reminds me of the Stadhyus (I spelled wrongly I think) in Melaka (historical state in Malaysia).
Railway station in Dunedin (I forgot the name, as no name is easy to remember here). It looks like Stesen Kereta Api Kuala Lumpur (near Sultan Abdul Samad building), but a lot smaller. Again, I am proud of Malaysia, there is no electrical commuter here, ha3!
The only thing that looks better than Malaysia’s - flowers in the park(s). Well cared blossoms, I love them. You have no need to scare of mosquitoes bite here, and you cannot find puddles of water anywhere.
How come Pasar Tani (farmers’ market) in Malaysia so dirty?
Some of the meals before I took up meal plan. Even though they did not look nice, they all ended up with the same destiny – decomposing somewhere in New Zealand now!
Some of the sceneries around Baldwin Street, the steepest street in the world. For your information, this street is tilted 35 degree above ground level! My conclusion: Kiwis have brain that is too small to city planning. Climbing this street is even harder than climbing Mount Kinabalu (the highest mountain in Malaysia).
From the top of Dunedin, Mount Cargill. Nice?
Port Chalmer. Any interesting? Port Klang is much larger, right? This port used to be a whaling quay, so nothing compared to Port Klang.
Tunnel Beach! This is the tunnel that was built by stupid Sir Cargill for his daughter who were died from unknown causes. We all puzzled, this beach is so rocky, why Sir Cargill love this kind of place and made it private? My warning to the readers who are fascinated by the pictures: do not visit Tunnel Beach if you are not a marathon runner, as we spent 20 minutes downhill, then 30 minutes uphill! I already prepared for cardiac arrest when I nearly cannot make it back to the bus! Crazy Sir Cargill, think about us ma, we are not marathon runner lo! Definitely I will not visit the beach again, even you give me 1 million pounds.
Mafia meeting at the Welcome Dinner. From that on, I got a nickname of Mafia’s boss.
Dear readers, just to announce that I am still alive in the Swine Flu threat. I apologise for the expired photos, as I am still struggling in reading my textbooks. Teacher Mastura and Teacher Haslina, these are all for you! Before I end, let me credit my flatmate for the pictures.
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