Still in KB. The weather was still wet, wet and wet. Not sure when this monsoon season gonna end. The gloomy sky and rain have become the things of the day. Despite the weather, we just move on doing things we have to do and the things we have planned.
Today the plan was to visit my school teacher. She was my BM teacher; the subject I feared the most. The fact that I speak Bahasa, does not mean it was easy. As I remember it, this BM teacher tried very hard to make us understand how to write essays, poems , making sentences of different types, do drama etc. I was lazy to be creative and artistic with the language. The only motivation to go through the many hours of BM was to pass the exam. I did and that’s the end of my concern with BM. Until today, I am not good writing in BM— no feel even if I tried to. Poetry will be the only creative part of the language that I can still manage to produce.
