Forever a Seremban girl

I COME from Seremban, the capital of Negri Sembilan. 35.

It was the place where I learnt about friendship, enjoyed good food and the simple things in life, like the cheap ice potong from an uncle on his yellow tricycle.

Those days, my sisters and I would wake up early in the morning to catch up on cartoons.

On some days, our parents would take us to Port Dickson, which is only 30 minutes from Seremban.

36. I have fond memories of those growing-up days.

Even though my parents were busy with work, they made sure that we spent quality time together on weekends or during school holidays.

As kids, we spent a lot of time outdoors around the neighbourhood, getting dirty and sweaty with our neighbours, Kok Keong, Yap Foong and their little brother (to tell the truth, I’m not sure if those are their actual names). 37.

We would sit in a circle on the road and play with just about anything we could get our hands on — flowers, water bottles and, even rocks. 38. Many a time, I would come home with a bloodied knee or elbow.

39. I could spend more time with family and friends, instead of being engrossed in a world of mobile games and other digital stuff.

Some of the best years of my life were at SMK Methodist (ACS), one of the oldest schools in Seremban. I made friends with many, some of whom I still keep in touch. 40.

The school was located opposite a mall, and we would have lunch there after school sometimes. I remember also a cybercafé there, frequented by students during school hours, much to the chagrin of our school principal, who would despatch a disciplinary teacher to nab the culprits.