taste of perfection

i cant remember when was the last time people call me "kakak"
oh yes..definately during my secondary school, where we were taught to respect seniors.
by the time i was in senior years, i've enjoyed and pleased when someone call me with that respect.haha.mind you,im the youngest in my family.desparately wished to have someone in home to call me like that.ahk!

when i came back to my hometown, it felt weird when im not using that word to call somebody older than me.in fact, i've been practising that for years aftermath.
yeah maybe this is one of the good things you learnt from a boarding school.there, respect is everything.

but when i was in Year 2 for my first degree, i found that bunch of juniors were totally different from where i thought it should be.even my junior-housemate even calling me my name without that prefixed; sis, kak or what-so-ever.of course im not begging them to respect me but at least..

but then now, im used to it.not even care.ahk!part of me is agreeing that our attitude is actually reflected from the culture we're living in.seriously people.think about it.

heh.what am i talking about exactly?

well,this morning im supposed to join the journey to Tawau <-- i wish it was Taiwan ka Korea ka instead of Tawau.but thank God i was given an excuse.so as a result, i have to 'jaga urang exam'
ya rite, Dr Jalloh appoint me to help him to monitor his students during the exam.and i am so pleased that the students were so well-attituded.ahk!they call me 'kakak' and that could bring a smile to me again.

at last i heard the word again; for a long time missing it.