uNfOrGeTaBLe mEMoRy...

On eleventh, my journey started from UNITEN, Kuala Lumpur to Medan Gopeng, Ipoh. Nevertheless, the soft Gamelan songs still played in my mind that seemed to remind me about the saddest memory the three nights before. Together with Kak Wani, my classmate, we set off to Hentian Kajang Bus Station, fetched by Pak Cik Azhar, a very fond and friendly taxi driver. The Gamelan songs kept playing in my mind every second on my way to there. And that made me feel very depressed and sad for the second time in my life. My bus departure time was at 8.45a.m while Kak wani’s bus was at 10.00a.m. It was just two of us and in order to save our expenditure, we had to depart together as early as 8.00a.m. And along this journey, Kak wani had been the last person among other PPOU ‘educationists’ that I met before we dispersed. ‘552 3235 3565 325, 552 3235 3565 323, 321 1231 3211 5612, 223 6532 3211 5535’… that lyrics were still fresh in my mind up-to-date and kept playing and playing with non-stop mode. The last three nights we gathered, and eight hours later we dispersed. The saddest memory…