I grow up in a small 'rumah papan' (wooden house). With 3 small rooms, normal living room and kitchen, one bathroom, toilet and store. 18 years without fan what to say air con. Small district named Bau is where I was raised. Despite all these, I am proud to say that I grow up from extremely normal family.
Roam around drains catching small fishes, building tree-hut with friends, gambling with marbles and money never bothers. Finished from high school, with my dad's hardwork, I managed to get into private university and manage to live a better life, yet still miss the old one.
But I never failed to do one thing. Be myself.
I cry when I feel sad, laugh when I am happy and shouted when I am angry, like any normal being. Acting classy or being someone else, I never understand why some would even attempt to do. Changing a few different things in life, well, everybody underwent that process, but dramatic changes which brings someone into another world is totally out of conversation. There is no need to be someone else, for it hurts in the end.
My dear friends, when your loved one beside you looked at you with the stranger's glance, beware, you might change yourself to drastically.
