Feats

Albert Einstein once said that "the only source of knowledge is experience." Some people create the experience by themselves. Sometimes, it comes by itself. At the age of 14, I've learnt to find for moolah on my own. I worked at Dad's restaurant but it wasn't adequate. Dad added some pocket money as well, but it was too little. Nevertheless, I never complaint. I knew my condition and I told myself, "If I wanted something, I had to work for it." However, I never told Grandma, Aunties and Uncles about my dirty part time job.

I still remember the day... I go for part time work- to rear chicks? Wow. That’s scared me a lot. I forced to do all those things I never do. I didn’t tell my grandma or any other of my aunty nor uncle. Because I just don’t want get upset sad by me. I also take that as my experience. I secretly went to work for two weeks, the boss are super moody fellow. I cant even sms , and I really had a hark work there. Want to know how much I earn for that job? For two weeks , day and night , I only get paid rm 50. Nice pay?

Well, I do really happy because I learnt a lot experience and to observe how others behave. I surely will die, if I become the farm owner. He used to command me did the things I never did and not my favourite. Such as , catch the small chicken and feed them. Im trauma with those small and hairy moving creatures. Yuck, but I done it. I still remember , total 200 of the small chicks. And I need to cut the grass and throw it to toher side of the farm . well , I guess that , that’s God test for me before he totally rescue me out of this condition. I mean , like God , lead the people out of eypt and Salvery. Thank God that he had a nice plan for me .

At the age of 15, I know my long lost uncle. And yet , he happened to be my Godfather now. My life changes eversince I know him . he is very nice fellow. I do really assume he as my second dad. Well , when I get into that kind of life. A lot more jealous. I just cant understand what this freaking society want from me. When I look in mirror and reflected about myself, I no more a long time ago bobby. Im changed. Doesn’t mean that I changed to a very proud fellow.

I still kind hearted(over rated about myself) . the things that had change is that , my status perhapsIs different? And my lifestyle is different? Well , I does feel it but I still the old bobby. I never think of changing myself like Malays proverbs said “ kacang lupakan kulit” even my grandma proud of me because I didn’t act like those she used to watch on tv. She ever told me that im the best grandson she ever had. Well I told my grandma that I know where am came from n I know my root.

Although I had my godfather , I still look for my own biological father. I told myself , no matter how high I stand, no matter how great my dream and vision, I wont forget to look back who am I at the first place, the original bobby. The Kampung boy. Perhaps , this is the reason , why am blessed by God so much. I thank God that he lead me in my life. He is great. Well , I will share my other testimony about What God had planned for me. Many other that see me, might never know, the painful life that I ever experience, that’s why I never look down others that with bad life but I will try my best to change them , to motivate them and maybe to guide them.