the short wanderer

Aku tak merancang nak tulis panjang. Cerita ni cerita sebulan yang lalu. Kisah yang bermula pada tanggal 10 Jun 2018 jam 1330 tengah hari... " Don't leave me, " Adlina bersuara dari dalam selimut. ' I wish, Adlina, I wish .' Sejujurnya aku memang not in the mood to go. Kadang-kadang aku harap aku boleh tunda benda ni dan balik rumah macam orang lain. But, I don't see myself taking that as a choice...huh Dalam aku menguatkan diri untuk melangkah pergi tu pun, aku tak mampu nak bertahan lama. Dalam perjalanan dari Victoria Station ke Chichester, aku menangis sendiri dalam gerabak keretapi yang sememangnya tak kosong. Tak ada orang yang nampak, tapi aku rasa orang lain boleh je dengar. Ada aku kisah? Waktu tu,  I just can't be bothered.  Aku bertolak jam 1433 petang dari stesen, kira-kira baru sejam selepas aku keluar dari rumah tapi, aku dah mula rindu semua orang, terutamanya roommate kesayangan aku yang aku tinggalkan keseorangan di Gower Stre

"Are you born in Britain?" my Romanian teacher once asked me. "Is English your first language?" asked my British friend, Alex, a friend I made from my summer school. "Did you go to any English tuition class?" asked Ong, my internship colleague. Disclaimer:  do not put a high expectation on me! I can assure you that my English is not that good... well, the fact that I had to repeat my IELTS last time is one of the proofs hehe But I just feel like looking back at how I get to speak in English, (though not really fluently, just enough to be able to have a conversation with other people) given the fact that I am such a kampung girl and English is undoubtedly something very, very foreign to me. My family speak full Malay at home. My dad speaks Perak dialect in his hometown, while my mum speaks Javanese with her family. So maybe for the sake of simplicity, all of us have been using standard Malay as our first language despite living in Terenggan