Yesterday I drove back miss VLV to my grandmom house ( my dad's mom) , she lives somewhere in the village with my untie. My untie is the youngest in the family , so she decided to stay with my grandma. My grandpa passed away about 20 years ago. Well, the house located somewhere in the village which u wont be able to navigate using the latest GPS :) No Kidding. I tried mine and the GPS said that I was somewhere in the forest.
My dad is "orang kampung" and so am I. I have nothing to be shame of being a kampung boy. My dad grew up in a very poor family. Lots of siblings , small house and limited education. Nonetheless, my dad managed to crawl his way out of the village and considering where he came from and what he is today - there's a lot of thing he could be proud of :) Not all my uncles and unties managed to do what my dad did. He's considered as the most successful in the family. So, everytime I came back to the village - it's pretty much a wake up call for me to strive harder in my life. My dad took a big step in his life. I believe I could do the same. What I achived now isnt half as much as what my dad did. I still a long way to go.
MORAL of the story ---> si hannan ni budak kampung asalnya... gaya jer lebih. Asal2 dari bendang jugak! :P . Just kidding, but it's true thou. The moral is - ermmm.. mmm.. ape ek... lu pikir la sendiri :)