boarding school

it was the mid-seventies when she had some wonderful times at boarding school.

ah, TKC, the alma mater close to her heart, right on top of merbah hill. where days and nights spelt hilarious fun as well as serious studying stints.

being a teenager at boarding school was very enlightening with the very much widened horizon handed upon a silver platter.

in primary school she loved reading enid blyton's 'what katy did', 'the twins at st. clares' besides dreaming and fantasizing over 'the faraway tree'  and other books filled to the brim with tiny elves, brownies, pixies, fairies, toadstool houses, magic wands, enchanted forests....

thus TKC (Tunku Kurshiah College) was such a welcome home away from home in that adventurous phase, when nothing was too difficult to strive for, while precariously balancing exciting new ideas from the array of new friends, dorm mates and classmates. enjoying the next step in education with gusto. savouring spectacular sunsets at the fence, looking down into the green vales all around.  

even looking forward to the weekly friday formal dinners with tomato rice, chicken rendang, salad and ice cream! she remembered being quite hungry most of the time.

it was a time of the flower children, of california dreaming....

seremban was a snug little town then, green with hills and valleys..the lake gardens was still fresh and pristine most mornings....

now TKC has moved to nilai, leaving the quaint buildings in desolation, buildings which used to house laughter filled dorms with names like anggerik (she stayed at anggerik in '73,'74, kenanga '75,'76) (mahsuri/red), alamanda, matahari (siti zawiah/yellow), telang (tun fatimah/blue), (selendang delima/green).

sometimes TKC would come into her vivid dreams and she was a teenager once more.....