Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Lately, I've been taking a stroll down memory lane, back to my 18yr old days. It was mindblown actually, as if witnessing yourself climbing all your way up to the crest of 20 year old self. I particularly referring to the days when I was in KMS. Though it was just two years, that place mercilessly loaded me with too much memories- too much to remember, yet too priceless to let go.
Until this moment, I know a part of me still left there. Thus before I set off for another long journey, I want to randomly lay some of it down here, so my brain compartments wouldn't be struggling and quareling with each other 'hey even the hugeee MAS Airbus got its limit on the luggage can u be more considerate u little creature remember we just recovered from that dude named alevels, can u not blablabla!'

Let me be a boring storyteller now, rather than being a superboring mokcik or nenek who got nothing left to recall and rejoice from her youth later on- atleast for myself..inshaAllah


Today's 3 July 2013. As soon as I first set foot here, I have a sceptical thought of the place of why it looked dull & secluded. And yeah the first impression is rather distasteful yet thanks to the seniors- i feel much welcomed and comforted as I enter the gate. These ordinary people are so friendly and I sense sincerity in every help they offer- not merely fulfilling their task as a proud sophomore. This might be my strongest initial memory of KMS- the seniors. There are Kak Raihan, Kak Faa and Kak Laili coming to escort me to the asrama. Can't believe such cute creatures would exist :p maybe this place purposely built to be seen as mundane to me, so that I could learn to look & fully love and appreciate more on the inside?

After the talk by Director, we head to the DS for lunch. Again why is it soo school-looking?! But my mind talking machine immediately shut off when my nose catch the smell of the meal coming from the food counter. Nice smell. This is when I see a girl's giggling all the way to her friend- a scene where two old friends bump into each other again. Ahh how I wish to meet some familiar face here too. Then I take a sit at a table nearest to the TV & start eating. I wonder where are the other girls so i can make a friend or two, munching while staring weirdly at the increasing number of boys filling up the space next to my left. Oh... BINGO. You are the weird one Dins! You just choose the wrong territory- this is the boy's corner. HAHA so lets continue finishing the meal before they start to crowd here. I am actually amazed at my own speed at this moment . Until akak-akak cute TESL join me, very nice & friendly. Maybe after seeing me alone "budak pompuan mana ni sensorang, kesian ek kesian".

I still couldn't brush off the fact that mak & bangah will leave soon. After Asar, I took my phone,

"Ma, can I go to Klana now? I want to stay there with u guys until the teachers call us for next event"


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