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MY VERY BESTFRIENDS

They are the one who always cry and smile with me, the one who always splash the water on me
while they wash their hand, the one who always hug me tightly, the one who always hold my
hand, the one who always told me that I‟m the ugly species on this world, the one who always sit
on my lap, the one who always tell me who is their crush, the one who always walk with me, the
one who always sing with me, the one who always ask me how to do the home works, the one
who always taking a good care of me, the one who always hit me, the one who always told me
their stories, the one who always pinch my cheeks hardly, the one who always ask me to treat a
foods or things, and they are the one who always give me a lot of happiness.
I LOVE YOU MY APPLE OF MY EYES… “ Aielieys, Aiza, Ain, Yasmien, Tiraa ”
-THEDAYOSZ--1 BETA-
“THE TRAVELLER SEES WHAT THEY SEES.THE TOURIST SEES WHAT THEY HAS
COME TO SEES.” – GILBERT K.CHESTERTON
ANONYMOUS,
5 ENGINEERING TECHNOLOGY.

I WAS A TIMID CHILD
Mum could not understand how she could have brought such a scaredy cat into this world.
According to her I was one of those smiling, good-natured babies who would not cry or whimper
and would sleep the whole night through. She herself had a peaceful confinement month unlike
her colleagues who were kept on their toes the whole night. Mum was so pleased with me.
But immediately after my first birthday, there was a drastic change; I became the most irritable
one-year-old monster. I cried at the slightest whim, at even the softest whisper. I whimpered
when the lights were switched off. I wanted brightness and darkness was my forsworn enemy.
The electricity bill rocketed with my unreasonable demands to have lights in my room. Mum and
my dad despaired. They prayed it was a passing phase but the nightmare continued into my
kindergarten years.
Grandma had to be my constant companion when I was attended kindergarten and she had to
follow me everywhere I went. Even the teasing and the boos of my little brave companions did
not shame me in the least. I was just plain scared to be alone, without a familiar face, although
there were twenty other chubby cherubic faces who were sheer daredevils.
When I turned seven and was enrolled in a co-ed school, my parents had practically to drag me,
with hands and legs bound, to school. In those days, there were no rules of child abuse and they
escaped scot-free. Could you imagine the horrors that haunted my first year post-kindergarten?
My parents just ignored my rantings, protests and tears in the mornings and I had to be in school,
rain or shine.
An unforgettable incident occurred when the imp of class sneaked a spider down my collar. I
was paralysed with fear, my face turned chalk white, my hands and leg trembled lifelessly, and I
wet myself. My Year One teacher, a young inexperienced greenhorn, was petrified that her face