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.