Pondering the little things

In case you don't know I come from this little town called Chukai in a really set-aside district of Kemaman. Well, since primary school, I'm not much of a traveler, I mean, yeah, my dad took us out sometimes for trips, but that is not the point here. Now, I'm talking about school trips, or more scientifically, field-trips! If my memory doesn't fail me (yet), the furthest trip I've been so far was Kuantan, during my primary school year. A lovely town just a bit further out of my kinda isolated place. Honestly, I was envious to a couple of my friends who managed to get the permission from their parents just as easily in such school-ambience stuffs and bragged about it in class, but that was back then. Thinking it over now, I'm no longer in Malaysia! I have to lead my own life here in thousands of miles away from home which is kind of an undeniably new challenge. Regardless of the distance, my parents yet again, never let me down whenever I encounter hard times of being a student. Now, that I realized why they had done so, god knows how much I couldn't be any more grateful than what I could. Why? I mean, if they wouldn't, I might be still be stuck there and not know how it's like to open up to the world. I suppose he (my dad) who hailed from Oxford does know how to handle his kids, no? Anyway, thanks dad! I owe you one!