Ehem. I rarely write about this sort of thing but today I will.

This is going to be a long entry.
You have been warned.

Few days ago I came across an article about the wonder boy of Malaysia. Adi Putra. Only 9 but could handle intricate math question better than I could and perhaps better than you could. It is marvel. A great gift from God.

I could not help myself to think about sufiah and malcom in the middle.

Yew bunnies remember sufiah, the genius who entered Oxford when she just 13? I know I do. If I am not mistaken she was home schooled. Because of her great mind she became the youngest student ever in Oxford, which was in 1997. But after 3 years there, she decided not to continue and demand for foster care till she was 18. This was an excerpt from The Star dated January 29th. I remembered reading few years back, she claimed that her parents stole her teenage life from her by asking her to skip the whole teenage years. Well, maybe the parents didn’t meant to do that but what were they thinking by asking 13 year old girl to go to Oxford? She maybe a whiz in studying but what about emotionally factors? If you are wondering, sufiah returned to Oxford in 2002 but did not manage to complete her study. Got married in 2004 but divorced 13 months later. How old was she? You do the math.

And malcolm. I became a fan of that series few years back and noticed that malcom is a whiz in Maths. But he was not sent to any university and was allowed to live like a normal teenager [and get yelled by the mother almost everyday]. If you read the curious incident of the dog in the night time, you will also come across to a same personality like malcolm. Save for, the main character Christopher is not so keen in socialising but a total genius in maths and physic. Read the book and you will understand what I mean. There are certain things in the book that I could never figure out coz either a) those things bore me or b) I just don’t know how to. He too was did not go to some university and only took special paper for his maths.

Ok. I know those two are fictional but it shows that the way people think. The writers I mean. The idea, the possibility that might happen if they are such kid exists among their community.

Back to the wonder boy, I read that he complained the curriculum in the school bore him and he wanted something challenging and I came across some people opinion, saying perhaps the wonder boy should get his chance to enter university, rather than go to school.

Tsk. Ok fine, he is a genius, in science subjects especially in maths but what about the others? So bahasa melayu, english, sejarah, kemahiran hidup is not important? And please, he is only 7. Maybe he did whine but generally do they think this boy really knows what it takes to go to class, meet the jocks, meet the gadis berbaju ketat tetek macam nak terkelur and pembuli yang selalu nak tiru assignment? What about when it comes to real life assignment? Surely you can’t just depend on your book. I am not as smart as he is but I know, he should be given a chance to live like any other 7 years old boys.

Makan ice cream sambil berlari, and fall down so you know not to do that again in the future. Main panjat-panjat lepas tu seluar koyak and kene rotan dengan mak. I mean those things are lessons in life that you cannot get by skipping childhood. And don’t you think when you mendewa-dewakan someone when that person doesn’t really have much experience in life [meaning still very young] dia akan menjadi mua dan spoil? Like ahhh, akulah rajaaaaaa, everyone thought I am great so everyone must bow and make a great fuss about me.

Oh I read that the wonder boy also lead the authority to a place where he believed had to do something with Sharlini. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good deed to do that but are we mistaken a genius for a shrine?

This boy is something, He is! But just let him lives like a normal kid. Don’t let him think he is bigger and higher than KLCC because he might ended like those people who always brag about their achievement in life and make others feel like little pieces of shit just because everyone bows on him. Why not be a genius and loved by everyone?

Just let the government do something about it because according to the article I am reading, he is an asset to the country. So the government should be doing something about it especially when the election is just around the corner.

Or if they still want to take things in their own hands, perhaps just do what Christopher fathers did. Allow him to sit for certain paper or gave him projects to keep his mind running.

Or gave him special coaching to develop his talent or..anything at all.. since I also not too sure of the solutions.

But please don’t take the child away from where he belongs.
Or the wonder boy will only remain as a great story.

Oh. I broke my sleep before 12 resolution because I am having UTI. Bugger, that thing kept we awake the whole night. It’s like trying to sleep with a kicked abdomen and oh also clenching the err vagina muscle.

I had to skip class too. I really want to go but how can you when you have to crouch all the time and grip something while peeing. Eeee, I do not want to grip anything from my faculty toilet. No thanks.

Ok. Enough of me [see I am not that conceited :P].

You know, everytime I go to Tesco Shah Alam which I love coz of their selections [despite people say don't go don't support the jews kind of stuff ] I realised there will be a throng of people flocking this one kiosk menjual asam dan jeruk. I am not sure what does it call but perhaps it is pick and mix. Or something like that.

And everythime I see that I just shook my head, I don’t get it. Why do people like to eat asam? It is masam, will make your mata terkenyit-kenyit, not healthy and bla..bla. blaa..

But. Yes, butttt last weekend while I was shaking my head I saw the kakak penjual meletak buah mangga muda yang disaluti cili api bercuka di kiosk itu. And I saw cili kicap pekat. One of my many weakness is cili kicap pekat. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh setapp.

I took a look at the mangga muda and realised there also fresh guava disaluti chili powder[or something like that]. I swear it wasn’t me, it was probably some force that made my hands dengan pantas mengambil buahan-buahan itu dan memasukkan ke dalam container.

But I don’t like those type of food! I screamed as I dipped the mangga muda into the cili kicap pekat.

My.My. My.
Pedas. Succulent. Setap.

Hari ni, semua buah tu dah habis but I still keep the cili kicap pekat because ehe.. I want to buy more of the so called jeruk buah yang fresh.

Tak apa, aku beli yang fresh punya, bukan yang dikecutkan.
Hehe.

Alasan.

Wait, the second entry is also about me.
Hmm.

Nevermind. You get back to work now while I get back to my peeing and gripping

I love to have conversation in the dark before going to sleep.

Me: I pity those people who auditioned for American idol, I mean those who cannot sing:
He: Yalah. But how come they become so confident that they sing so sedap huh?

Me: I don’t knowlah. Maybe the people around them convinced them that they sing well. You know to give support. Until they believe it.
He: Maybe alsolah.

Silence.

Me: I mean, they surely can testify whether they can sing or not just by hearing their own voice.
He: Hey, you cubalah nyanyi sket.

Me: Huh? I can’t sing, you know that!
He: Noooo, your suara sungguh sedap.Merdu.. Singla..singlaa Hari tukan you nyanyi lagi apa tuu.. *humming lemon tree song* [please refer to the link to get a better idea of what is happening].

Me: Are you ejeking me?
He: *Turn around to laugh agar tidak dinampak oleh aku walaupon keadaan adalah gelap gelita.

Versi perempuan yang menyanyai lemon tree = chics. Keji

Selamba gile kutuk aku. Ade yang dalam tido aku buat buat tertendang karang.

Had a terrible dream. One of the teteks died [in my dreamsla of course]. It was so real that I ended crying in my sleep and even when I woke up I asked my self.

She is still alive isn’t it?

It took me few minutes to think.
Thank God she is!

I understood but I really don’t want to
I told you the sky is blue
But inside the colour is not so gay
It is not even close to any blue it is grey

I want to run
As fast as I can
I want to hide
So no one can catch

Don’t say it will be ok
It is my heart that will go astray
Don’t tell me to sit still
It is my patience that feels the chill

I am tired
Of waiting
Of hoping
Of believing

But I am praying
That my faith will still stay
Will not go away
Will not fade away

I hope and I pray
Because I was told tomorrow will be a better day