The Story of my Life | My Childhood

Finally..after everything that has been said and done..my feelings has lead me to update a story..a story that involves a lot of people..this is..this is the STORY OF MY LIFE.

Name: AMIR AIMAN BIN MOHD HASHIM HASNI BIN ABDUL MALEK BIN HUSSEIN

Nickname: JAKE BLUR

Siblings: 3 [one little brother, ME, one older sister]

So I grew up in Kemaman, Terengganu. But before that, I've been living my life overseas which was in Glasgow, Scotland and Paris, France until I was about 4 years old..then I came back here with my family and started a life at Terengganu. My closest friend at that time is my sister which we played toys together..we played runaround together and lots of other fun stuff..my little brother is just a baby. I was very close to my parents as well and I would sleep with them every night and at that time..I was a GOOD Kid..

My childhood is like every other kids in the town. I was a very naughty kid and I got scold by my mother like 24 hours straight..up until I was about 10 years old, I started living with my care-taker along side with my little brother because my parents are very busy teachers at that time and yeah my school started on the afternoon so they didn't have time to send me to school..so I took a van..at that moment, I met some new friends and they all are very bad kids..whenever I was in the van, I learn some bad things and I like it and yeah I was a dumb kid too..I learned some various harsh words and some various harsh doing and sticking your middle finger to other people..At that time, I was a BAD Kid..

My schooldays were very fun and exciting..because I was the 'Big Gangster in the block' at that time and I rode with my very own gang..possessing that much power, I abused it by beating up little kids and say bad things to my teachers and even trying to steal some food in the canteen, which I succeed everytime..I was living in an unhealthy way at that time til I met this one beautiful girl..she's a new girl which she got transferred from the other class and eventually be studying in the same class as me..the moment I saw her, she smiled at me then I melted..my heart became soft again and at that time..I was a GOOD Kid..

As years go by..my primary school days ended up kinda Okay..My gang got disband because of one girl..then I tried to steal her heart but eventually I failed so I moved on..at least, she got me to a new life yeah..when I was in standard 6, I started to focus more on my studies and I made it to the second-best class in that school..plus, I got 5A's on my UPSR examination and I felt so freaking happy! I made my parents proud and I made my friends proud too..in the end, I got too cocky with my results because I've been offered to study to an Elite school for my secondary school studies..so I took the offer and started living there in a hostel..this is my first time living without my parents guiding me so eventually I ended up being too free and too wild..I ignored my studies and always thinking about having fun..hmm at that time I was a BAD Kid..

The Story of my Life | Secondary School

Name: Amir Aiman Bin Mohd Hashim Hasni Bin Abdul Malek Bin Hussein

Nickname: JAKE BLUR

School: SRK Sultan Ismail | SMEK Mak Lagam | SMK Sultan Ismail II

I got into this elite school and it was currently famous at that time because the school was very new and very beautiful..when I was in there, the school does not even had enough students yet..but what the hell, we just continue our schooldays like usual..everyday is the same..in the morning we woke up early to go to the surau for subuh prayers and then getting all geared up for school..then on the afternoon, we would head back to the surau again for asar prayers and then went to our own dormitory which it contained 8 people per room..life is boring for me at that time so I would do something to keep away from being bored..and mostly something bad at that time..I stole some things from my friend's locker and also I build up another gang to take control of the hostel life..but eventually it didnt worked out that well as they are other people who got their own gang..so we fought each other sometimes and this continues on until I was in my early form 3 year..that tragic year was the worse..I caused many trouble and did some very bad things..til that one very day..I was playing 'breakdancing' with my friends at the hall and we were having so much fun until I decided to make a backflip just to show off my friends coz I did it before but this time..I failed and misplaced my landing and banged so hard on the floor that my left elbow broke..the pain was unbearable and I cried coz I couldn't stand it..I was took to a 'tukang urut' near my house by my parents and I was treated there..at that time, I realized that I was receiving a punishment from God for all my wrong doings over the past and believe me, the massage was painful..I can't remember how many times I screamed..at that time, I realized how bad I was.. at that time, I decided to change myself..at that time..I was a GOOD Kid..

As time goes by, it took me almost 2 months for me to finally recover from my broken elbow and up until now I still can't move my left arm efficiently and it became more weaker than my right arm which was very weird..after 2 months sitting at home..I returned back to school to start my studies again..and at that time, I don't know anything. I was dumb and when I got back to school, all the people looked at me as I was a has-been student in the school..but I ignored them..I manage to catch up my studies and managed to recuperate again my focus towards what's important in my life..I started to once again read the Quran and memorize the Surah yasin whenever I had the chance going to the surau..I eventually make new friends and this time, my friends are very good people..they are geniuses in studies and very loyal when it comes to friendship..It was like I was living in heaven on earth at that time..finally the day of my PMR examination begins..I was fully prepared to ace this but in the end I got only 4 A's and 4 B's..but it was okay..it was okay for my family..but my sister won the bet though..she got 8 A's for her PMR and that was a family record til this day..some of my friends got higher results but I was in the lowest mark rank students but I was quite satisfied with it..I handled it with a smile til one day before the school holidays began..I got into a fight again for the very last time at that time it was reported to the school warden..I didn't remember why it happened but I'm sure it was something stupid..and it got me into a mess after that..I was brought to the school principle and finally I got kicked out from the school! I can't believe it! but what can I do? I had to find another school..my parents were furious and so am I at that time..God knows what I had to go through..in the end, I got in to a school where it brings back my past childhood memories again..in the past, I knew a girl that her father was a good friend to my father..and I've been waiting to meet her but don't know when I got the chance..til that very moment..I got the opportunity to finally meet her..but before that, I came to this school with such anger and disappointment about myself..I think I just embraced the Hate and started living my life alone from anybody else..at that time..I was a BAD Kid..

It just blew up in my face

Holy crap..I don't know what to say..

-The End-