It was when I was 6 that I decided I wanted to be a motorcycle racer. I cycle down the steep slope behind my house at top speed and swerve the corner. I ended up flat on the ground, scars all over my limbs and had a hard time breathing.
My friends reminded me that I used to be really scary in primary school. At 11, I was known as the smacker. I gave people’s back high fives if they ever pissed me off. I also opted for the famous Kamus Dewan as my weapon.
Then came every 12 year old’s nightmare, UPSR. The girls and boys in my primary school went separate ways.
High school was full with ups and downs. I was one of those nerds that participated in everything. I was 16 when I was elected as the Head of Discipline, and yes I was as shocked as you too. However, I had the least names in my 555 notebook.
At the age of 17, everyone was working their asses off for SPM. It doesn’t help when you are in a very competitive school and getting straight A’s was kind of obligated. SPM went smoothly and everything went as plan.
Despite meeting amazing people when I was 18, it was one of the lower points in my life. I never felt like such a failure. I soon got over it and it was off I go to the land of the free and the bold. For the first time ever, I was in a place so foreign. For the first time ever, I found that it was hard to make friends. For the first time ever, I felt so alone.
I drove on the other side of the road when I was 20. That did not turn out too well. It was also that year where I visited the place where dreams come true. I finally went to Disneyland!
I was 21 when you happened. I went to Europe and watched my first ever live football match, a Manchester United match. Those 10 days were the best time of my life.
I am 22. I have achieved and lost, laughed and cried. I wouldn’t trade what I have been through with anything else in the world. It might not be perfect but it was full with love, dreams and hope. Now I just need to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life.



