I have always loved reading; ever since I could identify my ABC's. That was what my mum said. I am easily contented by flipping the picture dictionary over and over again; and I will not get bored. Well, i have to agree with her. I can still remember piecing my precious puzzles lovingly; which consists of words that start from A to Z, and I just (I repeat) will not get bored! I puckered my lips, when a piece of the puzzle went missing.
When I was in primary school, I will just starve myself and make sure that I finish my precious story book, before I even think of eating. So that used to incur my mum's wrath. Had to be sneaky about it, but of course, at times, I had to surrender, because my stomach growls so loud and my hands start to tremble; indicating a sign that my sugar level is lo
In school, I used to rush to be the first in line to borrow new books; especially the newly-wrapped ones. Gives you a sense of accomplishment, to see your name being the first; in the list of borrowers. =)
English and BM books... There was no preference over one language. I just read whatever which I have not read before. Same goes when I was in secondary school. Why differentiate?
Nowadays, it is disheartening to listen to people around, saying that how BM is useless, is not helpful, it's just there, for the sake of being there, redundant. Language is a beautiful and abstract subject. I don't believe we have the right to say one language is more superior and more useful compared to the other. Nothing in life is useless. It's only that we do not know how to utilise the advantage we have, and hence, we choose the easy way out and say it's useless.... Ego's at stake, perhaps...
