shit....

aq igt aq x kn t'rse dh klu aq dpt thu dyeorg kapel blik; tpi mmg aq tgh skit ati sgt2 skang nie....lg skt ati dri kne p'main oleh mamat 'a' 4 thn dlu....time2 nie aq sgt butukan mamat 'a'...cme dye yg sllu ske sktkn ati aq...aq rse cam cme dye yg fhm aq...sdgkn hakikatnyer dye yg plg x fhm aq....tpi saat2 cam nie aq nk percaya ape yg aq percaya je bkn kbnrnnyer...tpi nape, kwn2 aq dh x endahkn aq...bkn sorg tpi semenyer...jd skang aq btul2 dh x de kwn...bkn je laki pompuan pon...nape???!!! ape slh aq sbnrnyer...aq sgt2 nk nangis skang nie..tpi llps 4 thn lps aq dh x blh nagis ats hal2 b'kaitn laki n kwn ag...setiap kli aq nk nangis sbb kwn n laki...peristiwa d p'main oleh kwn yg plg aq hrp n percaya dh buat aq...lgi sng aq leh kte air mate aq dh kering...tpi..smpi ati dyeorg kapel x brthu aq...@ mgkn slh aq sbb ske pd org yg x mgkn ske kt aq.....tpi dye kte aq bezpren dye...tpi nmpknyer mcm musuh dyelah...aqlah org last yg thu ape2 hal sal dye....argh...aq btl2 nk nangis n perlukn kwn skang nie....i wish ade org ske aq n sedia dgr aq skang nie...n x kn tggl aq....even mak aq pn dh x syg aq skang nie...maybe aq should just be a new person...aq pttnyer lbh........ntah aq x thu...
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When I in standard three, I have been taken care by my aunty. My parent take me to my aunty care because, I love to fight with my little brother. Since my aunty really wants a daughter, so they give me instead of my brother. At first, it hard to me to adapt to the new environment and the language. Since I was a baby I been take care by my parent, we live in Pahang, we speak either broken English or Malay. And I never been taught the Terengganu dialect even, my parent are Terengganu’s and even I’m too. I still remember the first question I ask my grandmother after my parent leave me and headed back to Pahang.” Nenek, kenapa ibu ngan ayah tinggal along kat sini, dyeorg dah tak saying along lagi ke?” My grandmother just smile and say, “ nanti dyeorg datang lah lagi hujung bulan ni” At that time just one thing cross my mind, all the chicken was dirty. Because I never really want the answer and I just looked at all the chicken my grandmother have. Its take me a couple of day before I meet a new friend, Alifash, we are classmate but I don’t recognized her but she do. She even asked me to play with her. She asked me to bring along a bicycle but I don’t have it. So I ride with her. We go to her house; there I find a new job and a new experience of a lifetime. It make me realized how different village and a city. How their job, how their respect to each other, how they spend most of their time and how they make us thankful to be here…to be with each other, to help and to share our joy together. There, I also learn how to cut the ‘keropok’ for sale, how to canting the batik before it’s been soak in warm water. I even make batik from the design until it had to be dried. I even get paid for those amazing job. Although, it just one ringgit for two job but it was more than enough to me. Right after we finished our job, we all go for a play in the lagoon. Alifash, and his brother and his fried we’re joined us to the lagoon every day. We climb a tree to see her brother and his friend playing football. It’s true that football is an international game, we can see it been played everywhere.