Dreaming

When she was 7 years old, that was 13 years ago, she sat in a far corner of a restaurant in the middle of the then developing Miri. As she twiddled the spoon absent-mindedly with her fingers, her eyes lingered towards the wall with small patches of peeling paints.

Definitely looking for something. It had been a habit for her, even at the age of four, to read signboards, banners, and in this case, advertisements. She found them pretty much amusing.

And yes, she did saw something. A huge advertisement glued to the wall about a brand of coffee. She read it through, shamelessly loud enough for the next table to hear.

And then, there was this commentary / testimony of a doctor, whose name she couldn't recalled, except for the institution he's graduated from - University of Edinburgh, UK. She was instantly filled with a curious sense of excitement.

Well, it went off as swiftly as it came the moment the fried noodle arrived.

Strangely, out of the whole advertisement, only that one particular name still freshly etched inside her mind, as though it was just yesterday.

Google, University of Edinburgh. Google. tap tap.

oldest medical schools in Scotland and the UK. It ranks first in Scotland and third in the UK....and etc., etc., etc.

"Cool. I wanna go there. Well, IF I earn a scholarship for medical studies in UK. IF.. and only IF."



That was her three years ago, after getting 10As for her SPM....

She's a mere 20-year-old sharing a piece of her dreams with her beloved readers. There's no harm in dreaming. It might as well come true :)

One day, one fine day, I'll pay you a visit, I promise :)


.Wish for the day: Mee bandung