I love studying, but I hate exams. I am still having nightmares about exams occasionally despite the fact that I have not been taking any exams after graduating from university years ago.
I would dream that I got the exam date wrong, forgot to bring my calculator or writing tools, woke up late and had to rush to the exam hall and some other funny stuff. Well, the earlier two incidents actually did happen… I have no idea where the other recurring imaginations came from.
Sometimes, having nightmares is not really a bad thing. Every time when I woke up from these exam nightmares, I got the huge sense of relieve that I am already beyond those exam days, and it always made me giggled at how foolish those dreams were.
When I was in primary school… we were taught that Ahmad, Ah Kau and Raju are all good friends, and we helped each other regardless of races.
My father was a great role model of racial bonding, he had a wide group of friends that he mixed with, and he used to bring me to his friends’ open house during festive seasons… back then I believed in racial harmony without a single doubt.
Things only started to change when I moved to high school. Suddenly I realized that most of the Chinese had to study in Remove Class, while Malays weren’t require to do so. The intention itself was not bad, but I started realizing that Malays and non Malays were somehow different.
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Had lunch with a few ex-faculty mates - hadn’t seen 2 of them for quite some time.
Thinking back how close we were in university days… it’s a pity that we haven’t been keeping close contact these days. We (and a few others) used to promise that we would have an annual gathering after our graduation… but it ended as empty talks.
All of us have different circle of life now… different career path, different social network, and different lifestyle. The only thing that we probably share is the memories we have… life changes, memories never changed… it could be forgotten though.
I lived in a small village for large part of my childhood. Animals and wildlife were often seen those days… snakes, bats, squirrels, giant lizards, chameleon, various kind of birds and insects, and off course the mighty rats.
After years of intensive development, the jungle nearby my village was turn into housing zone. The wild animals, birds and insects are probably extinct from the area… but the rat population still remains as dense as ever.
I didn’t need to worry much about the menace of rats since I moved to KL about a decade ago. One of the distinct benefits of living in higher floors (condominium, apartment etc.) is the absence of rats.
I stayed on the 4th floor in my university hostel, then on the 5th floor of an apartment rented with other friends, and the past 5 years on the 7th floor of a condominium. I can’t recall any rats encounter over these years in those places; insects were rare as well.
Things are no longer the same though… after I moved to a terrace house last weekend. I haven’t seen a rat in view yet, but their damage has already been seen in just a week… urine, shit and bite marks.
After years of living without rats, I suddenly found myself naive and stupid in fighting this disturbing creature, but things need to be done… the battle begins, and it’s going to be a stinky one.
