our 3 year stay at Kedah was an utter horrible. the school kids were totally hell immature and irritatingly nosy. and they talked way too loud in a very kampung-ish attitude. nobody ever liked strangers came to your house and reported everything to your father for every single thing you did at school when nobody ever asked you to. you had nothing better to do? in fact, you told the wrong stories. who on Malaysia, being a Muslim girl would play kissing with an Iban boy in class? and the sad thing is, my father believed that nosy boy. you can expect how a father would react upon hearing it.
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so i was attending a morning session 'sekolah agama' and as far as i remember, i was 9 at that time. i copied something from the blackboard then i showed it to the ustazah. she asked me to copy back the exercise/notes and redo it on the other page because i mistakenly skipped a page so left a blank page between it. i know she wasnt mad or angry or not even close to yelling at me but tears almost trickled down. and i realised, i was sensitive.
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