Lately I got some strange kind of emails in my email Inbox.... they brought me hell of good news like I won big prizes in contests, lotto draw etc. Also there were emails from some personal attorneys in Africa, who had chosen me as the heir to all properties and bank deposits amounting to tens of million USD belong to some dead persons over there.. Just because I share the same last name with the deceased, I was his or her next of kin..LOL. Thanks but no thanks for their efforts and unwelcome generousity.. As far as I know, I dont have a relative by the name of Membrike Othman, Rick Othman or whosoever in Africa...
As I began thrashing those spams, I spotted an email from a sender whose name sounds so familiar to me with a heading, Old Friend. This time I dont mind if the email sender wanted to grant me any amount of USD... he's always welcome. Well, that was from Mad Diah, the second email from him.. I'm so grateful of him.
His email was short and simple but it managed to bring me back some fond memories of Arau. Mddiah told me of his recent trip to Beijing and his encounter with Aminudin Desa and Noridan former DIA studs. Amin did ask Mddiah about the "budak kecik main volleyball" ...wakaka... and I never blamed Amin for his inability to recall my name since we only talked a few times during my days in Arau...and I wasn't a well-known personality either.. Though he forgot my name, I still remember his because I do have a good memory . Or do I live with memories?? I'm glad he recalled me in his very own way, and I do appreciate him for that, for recognizing the star in me..LOL. We were neighbours in Block G. He was a koleq, I meant MCKK bred besides Kudan and Roc (one sem junior) who liked to call me budak star coz they were all from MC, an arch rival of my school. They were very nice guys actually..
Now, I only have my dear pal, budakbudu who care to update each other , also veeranjoo and mddiah once in a blue moon. As for others, they might had already forgotten my name, and I have to accept the facts of life, we are aging. Recently I talked with a staff at my workplace and found out that he originated from Utan Aji...and this certainly reminds me of Mazlina, a kind, friendly and typical Perlis lady who pronounced "tahun" as "tain".... , and she loved to tell me stories again and again about Perlis serawa...wakaka..
Arau...were those moments really there? Those moments when I jumped into a cold river behind the campus, found lots of clams there, brought home and to have them cooked with maggi... LOL... Life was so free and fun then. I hardly forget those moments I shared with my friends, the moments when we carried insect net and plaster of paris, looking for butterflies, dragonflies, cicadas, crickets in bushes and paddyfields of a kampong nearby for the plant pathology project...along the way we took the mangoes, guavas of orang kampong without permission before we found a large number of butterflies in their colony which I'd never seen in life elsewhere other than at butterfly farms...
Well.....I must admit that I had the best years of my life in Arau. Those were the days of my Shangri-La. Indera Kayangan, the name says it all...
As I began thrashing those spams, I spotted an email from a sender whose name sounds so familiar to me with a heading, Old Friend. This time I dont mind if the email sender wanted to grant me any amount of USD... he's always welcome. Well, that was from Mad Diah, the second email from him.. I'm so grateful of him.
His email was short and simple but it managed to bring me back some fond memories of Arau. Mddiah told me of his recent trip to Beijing and his encounter with Aminudin Desa and Noridan former DIA studs. Amin did ask Mddiah about the "budak kecik main volleyball" ...wakaka... and I never blamed Amin for his inability to recall my name since we only talked a few times during my days in Arau...and I wasn't a well-known personality either.. Though he forgot my name, I still remember his because I do have a good memory . Or do I live with memories?? I'm glad he recalled me in his very own way, and I do appreciate him for that, for recognizing the star in me..LOL. We were neighbours in Block G. He was a koleq, I meant MCKK bred besides Kudan and Roc (one sem junior) who liked to call me budak star coz they were all from MC, an arch rival of my school. They were very nice guys actually..
Now, I only have my dear pal, budakbudu who care to update each other , also veeranjoo and mddiah once in a blue moon. As for others, they might had already forgotten my name, and I have to accept the facts of life, we are aging. Recently I talked with a staff at my workplace and found out that he originated from Utan Aji...and this certainly reminds me of Mazlina, a kind, friendly and typical Perlis lady who pronounced "tahun" as "tain".... , and she loved to tell me stories again and again about Perlis serawa...wakaka..
Arau...were those moments really there? Those moments when I jumped into a cold river behind the campus, found lots of clams there, brought home and to have them cooked with maggi... LOL... Life was so free and fun then. I hardly forget those moments I shared with my friends, the moments when we carried insect net and plaster of paris, looking for butterflies, dragonflies, cicadas, crickets in bushes and paddyfields of a kampong nearby for the plant pathology project...along the way we took the mangoes, guavas of orang kampong without permission before we found a large number of butterflies in their colony which I'd never seen in life elsewhere other than at butterfly farms...
Well.....I must admit that I had the best years of my life in Arau. Those were the days of my Shangri-La. Indera Kayangan, the name says it all...
4 comments:
Aminuddin Md Desa calls you 'budak kecik' because he is a ‘budak besar’ now! And I fully agree with you, he has a vague memory, for he also failed to remember my name! And I guess everyone who climbed those steps and make it to the top always have poor memories. For instance, Pakia, despite sharing a same house as mine, also hardly memorizes my name! We are lucky, we didn’t climb that high! At least we still enjoy our memories!
I agree with u...budak kecik ni lebih menyeronokkan..tapi duit kecik ler..
Money isn't everything. Happiness is. Afterall, all these days we manage to strive through without much money... and we were doing allright, I guess!
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