I'm done with Nilai! yay!

Living in Nilai for some reasons would seem like a horror to all of you considering it's not that of an ideal youthful, urban environment what with all the horrible, abandoned buildings. But believe me, it was a whole lot of an exciting journey. Staying in Malaysia for a year and 8 months now, I've been continuously treasuring every moments. It's not everyday that you bump into an inspiring lecturer or an awesome set of company, ain't it? So might as well, put them on a treasure box that you can lean on when the world says, "you're not my favorite girl anymore!"




For all this time I've been asking myself why God sent me to this sad place. But if I didn't enter UIA in the first place, I would've regretted it. See, when I came to Malaysia on a Christmas eve of 2007, (when everyone was rejoicing about Christmas) I was celebrating for something else: "I'm away, far, far away.." Even if Philippines is just an ocean away, the word "away" sounded for profound, so delicate, so exciting! And yes, I loved the fact that I'm no longer bounded to stay at home with my mom telling me what to do, my sister giggling gossips over the phone, my brother making a mess of my hair and my dad (oh well, I miss my dad) with his lectures. It just feels so different. At the age 16, I was "away", and I kept on repeating it when I was aboard til I fall asleep.

But then, when I woke up from my very own girlish dreams, it wasn't that easy after all. I remembered Spider Man's uncle saying, "With great power, comes big responsibility." That is completely true. Behind all the pleasures from living on my own offers me: the taste of sweet independence and the decisions I need no one to choose for me, there is a big shadow of responsibility that awaits me...chases after me every time the selfish, irrational Olfa conquers me. Through these nightmares, I thought to myself, " I had mom next door asking if I was ok, if her baby girl is doing fine.." Now that I'm all grown up, almost a woman who claims she can do it all, I still cry for every night when I realize Mama is no longer next door and would call me baby girl. (to cheer me up, my dad would say, "honey, we're just a plane ticket away. It's not that far!" with a mocking laugh.)

Back to my point, it's never easy to pack up and tell the world, "I would a big catch one day," because life is not just about butterflies and lollipops. Whoah, don't get me wrong! It's good to be positive but people, think of circumstances after the huge daydream. Then, move your feet step by step and you wouldn't even realize your already there. However, remember the most vital apart, don't forget to look back to where you came from.




I've learn it the hard way, or shall I say the most effective way destiny wants to teach me. After the long day's work, I gathered a whole big pot of knowledge, amazing people I would remember forever, a stronger love for my family and the faith in Allah (which I figured was the hardest to find but the easiest to lose).

Then again, I'm just an 18-year-old girl, happy of hopping to her next level of independence - now with precautions, or course. To all I've shared my precious days in Nilai, it doesn't end just right there, baby. We have 4 more years, inshaallah. God bless! :P