Putting State of Affairs in Order

It's been about 8 years plus since I have walked this land. There are good times and there are bad times. It's like in these 8 years, I have gone through a crash course on life, a preparation for things to come.

I still remember how I ended up here in the Klang Valley. It was a Thursday when we arrived as a group from INTI KK. The college sent and Indian dude on a huge bus to fetch about 6 people from the then quite newly built KL International Airport. Then off we went to INTI Nilai.

Even before I came here, I have been in contact with my old friend who has been going to this little church called Faith Christian Centre, or more fondly known as FCC. He was my drummer back in my hometown, and he's the drummer here in this new church that I am going to attend.

WE were open to anything at that time, and there was just this zeal to explore this huge new world - Klang Valley. So we travelled on my first ever train ride, the KTM Komuter from Nilai to Subang Jaya. Then we boarded the most expensive bus ride ever in my life; and I got a shock of my life back then. The bus driver, seemingly a Malay dude, just destroyed all my hard work in secondary school. Remember we were told that BM is the best language ever created in class? Remember we were told to use Bahasa Baku wherever we went? Remember how we struggled through BM classes and even went for extra tuition classes just so that our BM grades are good? Well, that was all shattered by just 1 sentence; I asked the driver, "Berapa untuk ke Sunway Pyramid?" and he answered, "Sixty Cents..."

If I were living in today's world I would've gone, "WTF!!??" I struggled through so many extra classes to improve my BM to get this? A Malay dude who's driving the bus, speaking to me in English? At that point I can't help but to think that I was conned by the Education System.

(to be continued...)