My last post before I went gone was before my training in the National Service Camp.
So, my story for chapter one will begin on the day I went for it.

It was on the 16th of June 2009, I woke up early (I'm not sure when, all that I can remember was early) I took bath and dressed up really simple, a red t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants as for my shoes, I'm wearing a pair of flip flop(of course im wearing A PAIR, im not an octopus). My luggage was as huge as the Everest Mount.

And, when I thought I was early, I wasn't. In fact, I was late. My early wasn't early anymore. Back then, I was still a very lazy, messy, always late and ignorance person. Friends has been calling me, saying they've reached the bus point and I was still in my room telling a white lie that I'm already on my way.

I was lost finding the bus point. Seriously, and i was half an hour late. =) tee hee. I thought the bus was gonna left me BUT it dint.

Its a silly joke where in the first place I wanted to be selected for the NS training and now at the very end of the moment, after I met some gorgeous friends and i got my self a new boyfriend after the broke up I had several months, or year i dont know then only i felt that I DONT WANT TO GO TO ANY MILITARY TRAINING LIKE THOSE SOLDIER OUT THERE. I felt reluctant to leave my friend.

Back to the plot where I finally found the bus point. Fatt helped me carried my luggage, how strong *grinned*. From a far, I can see mia, hafiz, fai. We were talking and hugging and suddenly ash appeared! He was actually sending his friend I cant recall the friends name but the friend turned out to be in the same camp with me. I got dadih from ash, and a cute keychain from khai =)

The peeps waited for almost an hour i guess, for my bus to go off but sadly they went off before my bus take off. =( and that was the last time i seen them in 3 months.

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In the bus

People were crying, and talking and I was sitting alone. There's this male kinda old teacher who made fun of my name. *sigh* during the whole journey I felt asleep and i drooled all the way to my NS camp, in Sematan.

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I reached the place

The camp was huge, and since it's huge, the hall is huge as well. We were given forms to fill in, and we were required to queue up for lunch. HAHA, its not odd to queue up for food isnt it? but the first time in SEMATAN camp, i felt so odd for having to queue up in a really long queue and the food was not that nice. (to be frank, the rice was as hard as the little stones on the ground).

But, I still managed to chew the foods up without having any bits of leftovers. Isnt that awesome??! And so, after the meal, I shall describe my feelings. I felt so lost and nervous and as if Im in a foreign country accept that if im in a foreign country I wont mind asking around the neighbourhood for informations and instructions but sadly and unfortunately, everyone there was foreigner in a foreign place and i felt so BLUR that I even spelled my name wrongly.

People were giving me cold stare there, and I dont know how the people there get to talk to someone maybe new friends that they met while in the bus and I realized that i made a big mistake for having a nap that I did not have a chance to speak to anyone.

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Waiting for the whole members for Kumpulan 3 was really a long time. The flight from Semenanjung was delayed I guess and then I saw this one girl walking towards the hall with her luggage and it was the tag hanging around her neck. She has this nice square layered hair, her eyes was round and blurred, she was wearing a slightly cream with a picture of flowers and i cant help but noticing her pink sneakers. Her name is Nadrah Yasmine Yap.

I was looking at her, more like gazing as if i saw a big pack of marshmallow there. She was looking back at me, still my eyes were glued to her. She cant stop but having this (WTH is that girl with spec in red shirt looking at? )

Surprisingly, she spoke to me in mendarin. I was like, is this chinese or malay girl? she looked totally like a malay but she speak fluent mendarin, Awesomely, we both are mixed chinese. =) so that was the story on my first day.

I reached the venue of the story, I met the heroin of my story, and i just havent tell the story. =)

Im starting soon =)

Labels: The Story of a Hero - ME

Its been a year I left my blog unwritten.
What have I been doing for the past several months?
What happened to me leaving behind my beloved blog? dah berdebu dah *tiup debu*

Lets start from the part I stopped blogging.


Somewhere around May 2009, at this moment, I was very close to my best friends, Mia & Ash. My daily do's was hanging out at her place and I met a fabulous guy named Fatt. I became close to fatt and from him I met several awesome guys and at the end, we turned out to be close friends. And with fatt, we became more than best friends =)

Within this one month, we hang out together, had so much fun, did what teens are supposed to do. Got scolded by parents for going out till late, all busy applying for uni, and of course we chilled =)

It was all smooth and happy moment for us, well not really us, them. not for me.
They all got in into UiTM and I didnt'. As for Farah, Fai, and Azim they got in Uni somewhere in Semenanjung.
They all werent chosen for national service and of all the people, I got picked.
They were all busy filling the forms and I sat down on my bed reading my letter from the national service department and looking at my bus ticket to Sematan camp.

It was totally a different path for me, but not for them.
Accepting my fate,
On the 16th June 2009
I left home,
I left Garfield,
I left Fatt,
I left my friends,
I left my guitar and uke,
I left everything
and all i brought was my cloths, some souvenirs from friend when they sent me off at the pick up point and a broken heart.

I was so sad leaving all the ones and things that I love. I was scared, dont know what awaits me. =)

Labels: The Story of a Hero - ME