wilson: KH

I recalled that I took this subject during my secondary lower form, and it was the subject that had the most projects among others. Although the theoretical parts are quite boring, when comes to the practical part, somehow it can be considered a little more interesting.

It is Kemahiran Hidup, which we usually call it “KH” for short. In Form One, I remembered that the class was divided into two groups for this subject, and I was in the group led by a Malay teacher, En. Asraf (if I’m not mistaken) It was the time for me to get closer to other classmates whenever there was KH period, for the size of class was halved and it was easier to mingle around with them, especially those with their names started with the alphabets M to Z since the group was formed according to the first alphabet letter of our names.

Having lesson in a smaller class is nice as teacher could pay more attention to us and each and everyone in the class will be easier to recognize.

Sometimes when the textbook was too boring to make everyone of us start yawning, our teacher would share some “nice” stories to keep us awake. Asraf is somehow deep in my memory for his stories that always made the class burst into laughter. One story which was still fresh in my mind goes, “There is a young man who is always being disturbed by a ghost. The ghost’s way of disturbing him is kind of funny, that is, to ask this young man gives him something to do. The ghost will come to disturb him after finishing the tasks that the man has given to him. And so the young man asks the ghost help cleans his house, washes this and that, bla bla bla…. But the ghost finishes the tasks very quickly and keeps on disturbing him. And so the young man breaks his head to think what’s more can be done every night so as to stay away from the ghost. At last, he gives the ghost a “curly hair” from his private part, and asks the ghost to straighten it. It is then he frees himself from the disturbance.

In Form Two and Form Three, I still miss those days when the whole class was sawing wood together, knitting, painting our little music box and soldering the circuit board (which I hate the most as every time after finish joining all the components, it just couldn’t work =.=)

For the projects and folios of this subject, I actually forget where they have gone until today when I discovered them in my drawers.They have brought me to the old memories, which are not normal, but great and sweet memories.

I miss those days……..