I was touched!

It was an awesome day. It was Makan Malam Kolej. I was shocked in my life that we were all being invited to dinner without even paid a sen. The venue is such a grand ballroom although it is sort of like hall. The place is near Chow Kit monorail station. A great memory for me and I was glad I went there on yesterday function.

It was a traditional wearing dinner which required the participants to wear traditional clothes. In fact, I thought going for the sake of merit as we have the Kompetensi Generik. So, most of my friends are with the same thought like me, hence we didn’t really dress up nice on that particular dinner. What I meant was for the minority of us in real as we was shocked when the time we went, all sorts of traditional wears were seen every corner of the ballroom.

It was the very first experience of mine to wear traditional dressing. My clothes are baju Melayu and I was borrowed by one of my coursemate. I was wondering how to wear the damping as I totally out of witnessed. Luckily, I have a Malay friend to help me up here and we were quite amused when come to the problem when I need to go toilet. It was such a mess if I undressed the damping when I go to toilet as it needed two people to wear that damping.

The only problem I found for this dinner was that it started to late almost 9pm. We were starving and the dishes were in front of us with the fragrance flowed out from the dishes when it was preserved as warm. 24节令鼓 is one of the shows that I wished to watch yet did not have the chance until yesterday. Quite a lot of performance for that night and suddenly one question crossed over my mind. Where is the budget came from? Another shocked for me when I was watching the performance, a senior approached me to take photos for the competition of best dressing. I was stunned for a moment and said in my deep heart, “what’s the hell? Am I heard it wrong? It was my first time in my life that someone admired my dressing perhaps I guessed because I was dressed as Malay.

Then, when the time came to the flash show, it touched me and let me retrospect a lot of memories in KTSN. Another thought crossed into my mind, our pengetua really sacrificed a lot and brought a lot of new renaissance to KTSN until we are sort of like improving every day. Without wondering, I was staying in KTSN for nearly 1 year. Although I was a PBSM group –i.e. back home always but I have treated KTSN as my second home. I was taught to be independent here with the biggest change in my life that I washed my clothes by myself manually. At home, it was done by the machine and not by hands; hence I did adapt myself in KTSN. Retrospect the events that I have involved MMP…PT…PAP…4KL…debate….bitter and sweet memories are all instilled in my soul. I wish I could pause the time, pause the memories between us, the time we chat, the time we minum tea together, the time we knocked at our friends’ door in the same floor and discussing matters, the time we had ghost story time, the time we Plan B the lucky one and the time we bear our tiredness to be together to run a function and a lot others……

Knowing that we might be apart as most of us might move out from KTSN but I wished the memories will still be buried deep in our memories and the smile and laugher we experienced once in that moment will remained in our history……Thanks for all the memories that brought to me, I am glad and proud to be a KTSN resident in the year of 2008/2009.

~ by Willam on March 30, 2009.