I keep in touch with my former classmates from time to time. And everytime I do so, conversation will be adrift upon experiences that seemingly flow in waves of fury. From London to Ranau, and from Ranau to Nepal, just after a quickie at Madhura. I'll find myself silenced, impressed and green with envy. Sure, most of them are lower than average in their public exams but are more affluent to seasons across the world.
I can't imagine asking my parents money to go anywhere outside Malaysia without them coming along with me. It's just not Malay! Un-Malay! Yalam!