Thursday, June 3, 2010

must hate this place, i thought

down on memory lane, i hate this place, i thought.

story of my life -  was born and breed in the heart of kuala lumpur. it was just a big city back then, but it's a metropolitan nowadays... elevated highways, flyovers, towers, skyscrappers, monorails, lrts, klcc, pavilion, dp, zara, mng..ahh the list is endless. 

i was a spoilt brat. i had my lunches in McD every Friday after school. i was given a RM50 allowance per week, and at that time, that was way too much for me! my breakfast was can of coke and a bar of cadbury dairy milk choc. of course, i was smart back then. and with great result, i got the chance to be away from home. at fiften, i was sent to Paris, oppss, Perlis... and damn.... i still remember how impressed i was when i managed to count ten cars that passed by the hostel... and that was like after half hour! (ok, maybe a lil drama to add the spice).. but, the place was so isolated.but again, i was a spoilt brat, and having parents who happen to know people and teachers in the school, i got my way out to have my own kinda fun time - i got to go outings every weeks and extended my stays without being punished as much as others.. but of course, most of the times, my outings will extended up to kl instead of kangar town.
and upon completion, being blessed with good brain (alhamdullilah), got the offer to further up my studies away from home countries. of course, when i was given the option, i always wanted to go to USA - but not parents, and the cronism that my mum has backfired me this time - i have no choice but to opt for UK - Wales, Llantwit Major (could hardly pronounce them).. it was a nice small town, english country side.. but it was lovely.. and after two years, i was off to Manchester.. of course my first choice would be London, but I wasn't smart enough for them.

and after graduated, i was supposed to come back and work. of course, i met my hubby (my bf then) when we were in UK. and to cut the long story short, after four years, he has enough savings to marry me............and here come the story....
i was in doubt, always.. my hubby was the born and breed of kemaman boy. he did fine, in fact great, being raised by the good mother of him. when he graduated, being the Petronas scholar, he comfortably secured a good job with the company, in kerteh. and yes, when we got married, i need to find a job in kemaman-kerteh. finding a job was not hard - i've requested for transfer, and got relocated immediately.

i remember how much i hated this place. this small town sleeps at 6pm and close on weekends. i was so homesick. i need to be near my family who apprently have planned for so many happenings activities even when i was not around. i didn't have any friend - i still don't have much till today, but back then was bad! dinner time, we will be lost - every single night. and not forgotten - they don't speak human language!
at least, those are few memories i would have remember on my first year in kemaman. 

today, after four and half years (maybe), i'm reflecting back. they don't have starbuck (but they do now in kerteh), but the haipeng coffee is great.. and yes, they still close at 7pm despites of the customers still coming at 6:45pm. the keropok lekor at kuala kemaman is no way equivalent to keropok (tepung) lekor back in kl. yes, they have monsoon season that you need to be in the house 24-7, but somehow brings back the memory of rainy welsh weather. and, i still can't cope with the temperature when the 'summer' time arrives... true they don't have mng and zara, but i bought a nice dress for rm35 and wore it in spain and got compliments for the nice design.. my neighbours, they were the best.. they care about us, but still know their limits. ok, i still miss my friends, karaokes, good foods back in kl..then again, kl is just a drive away and i still survived. 

i still remember when i was the proud mother of aidan - he was three back then, and he speaks three languages : fish, ikan & ikang... he still speaks the language. i sucked big time speaking terengganu. somehow, i picked the language. cuek is not foreign to me. 

in ten days time, i will be back to kl, for good (at least, for the time being). i am so looking forward for the lunch trip at klcc, the shopping treat at pavillion - at least now, i won't be left behind with the new jargon such waterfall cardigans and so forth. the family is nearer, means i can just leave the boys and have my own time when i need to... the spa, the gym (chewah..angan..).. i, somehow, missed kl, and it feels good to be back. 

but, as i gave the cuppies to aidan's classmates, as a farewell treat, i tend to be melocholant. my heart was touched. i remember how kind mak wan, the boys babysitter, was to us. i remember how nice pok de, the trishaw cyclist that picked aidan from school, was to us. i remember how great my neighbours were. my heart was touched. 

the city girl in me should have hate this place very much.  but, the motherly wifey me sure will miss this place. never thought i would, but i already am.... kemaman is not bad y'all... not bad at all....  
    

4 comments:

  1. as it normally do, the grass always appears greener on the other side and you wished you could have the best of both worlds, isnt it? what you should do is to focus on what you have now and make the best out of it.

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  2. I was born and raised in kl too. Now i'm studying in terengganu and it feels awful. I kinda hate it here. I also just had a bf which is terengganu guy and i can imagine that i have to stay in terengganu if i get married with him. I hope i'll adapt to live here soon. And i miss kl so much haha.

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  3. Dear myschqa qylla, am sure u are lost in your own world back there. Just do the dues and look forward for hols. Hang on..its ur struggles but u'll cherish it once its all done. And u'll survive.insyallah.

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  4. Dear myschqa qylla, am sure u are lost in your own world back there. Just do the dues and look forward for hols. Hang on..its ur struggles but u'll cherish it once its all done. And u'll survive.insyallah.

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