This poor kampung girl who first reached Kuala Lumpur to further her studies in an international university had a seat in her room thinking of what she’s going to do in 2 years time in the big city. she heard of people talking about ice-skating at the Mines.. (sorry,isn’t it at Sunway?) well, it was what she first heard :p People talked about how near Genting Highland is from the university.. but this poor girl sat still, knowing not where to go and what to have.
After 2 years, she completed the studies in the international university and she left the uni with mixed feelings. She knew she will miss those things she had gone through in 2 years time – the place, the people, the animals, the cars, the roads, the buildings, the trains, the food, and the memories she created. She left KL and she knew she would miss it for many reasons.
Now this poor girl is at her hometown trying to recall those moments. She did not have much outing with the friends, she didn’t go for food hunting around KL as much as other people did, she missed Matta Fair every year, she never reached ICT at Shah Alam. Most of the time she spent her days in the room. The farthest she managed to go was………. (she has no idea)
But she remembered the moments and she missed them. those little things that happened to count her days in KL were the things that she missed the most. the highways- which she learned to speed on the road, the toll – which she learned to use Touch N Go, the traffic jam- where she learned to curse, the bumps in UIA- she learned to be patient, the limited parking lot – which she spent hundreds of Ringgit for summons..and… the trains- which she learned to memorize each station :D
This kampong girl loves all those moments. 2 years in KL, particularly in IIUM taught her a lot.
She could still remember few weeks before she finished the semester when she received cards of wedding invitation from the teslmates. It was a great moment knowing the fact that we have grown up. we’ll be getting married and will soon hold the responsibilities. 5 years back, all were acting like small children stalking and talking randomly about boys. today most of us are moving into being a wife and a mother. how great to witness all these.. it’s just like observing your sisters growing up and now it’s time to let them go and live their own life.. nothing valuable more than having prayer for them all dear sisters :)
On purpose, this kampong girl will continue her journey- a year more to go with the studies. Nothing special about her life yet she’s grateful for she’s surrounded by wonderful people that make her life vastly great. Thank you people.. thank you for the moment you shared with me and thank you for the lessons you often taught me :) I’m stepping forward with better hope everyday. thanks! :)
My bestie Fadhilah is the one who helps me most living life in KL. dealing with a kampong girl, she bears with it :)
The s0-called Madame in the gang – Pn. Wanie, she cheers us up with her jokes. that includes all :P
tomyamfan; Blues of a kampOng girl