Kaching Kaching

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$mall droplet$ of water will cause big flood

One of the first proverbs I learnt in primary school swam through my mind. When I read an article in The Star about a mother trying to teach her children the importance of saving up money, I was reminded of my childhood. I was given my piggy bank when I went to kindergarten when I was six. Well, it was not exactly a piggy bank. I remembered my first money box was a cylinder wrapped with a picture of beachside. It was colourful and lasted for around seven years even though it was made of cardboard. I still remember the joy I felt whenever I put in some coins inside my money box. (Yippie!!!! Kaching Kaching!)

My mother would give me thirty cents per schooling day (later it increased to fifty cents in Year Three and RM1 in Year 6). I used to ‘ikat perut’ in my school just to put the money in my precious money box. I opened my first savings account in Year One with the help of my class teacher. Every three months, I would count the coins collected in my money box, exchange the coins

Ever since I landed in...

Penang.

I'm back home after eight months in Toronto. The journey back home was long and tiring, but I'm glad it was. I have been living in the land of boredom ever since I came back to Penang, and the journey back home was one of the very few memorable things that has happened to me in the month of May so far.

Home hasn't changed that much. I feel as if I just left Penang yesterday. Well, I gotta admit I've forgotten the routes for some places (knowing me =P ), but comparatively Penang is still the Penang that I knew. Home-cooked meals, onlining, driving, lifeless-ing... yep, pretty much still the same.

I had the eagerness to revise some university materials back at home before flying here. However, it diminished for some reason after I stepped into my

Happy Birthday, Appa!

Oh, by the way. I have been a bad kid this year. How can I forget my own dad's birthday? Thank god my mom called and reminded me about it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself.

A small message for my dad:

Appa, thanks for being such an awesome dad. I might not be by your side this year to celebrate your birthday with you, but I promise you that I will try my very best not to let you down. That's my promise, and birthday gift for you. I love you, appa.

(I wish he reads this someday. I don't have the guts to tell this to him directly. :P)