14 years ago, my parents decided to move the family from the satellite city of Petaling Jaya, to the small and then-rural town of Rawang. This town was about 35 minutes away from the capital of Kuala Lumpur, and about 45 minutes from where I previously lived. My mom had taken up a new job and given that, dad had decided to buy a house there, seeing that it wouldn’t cost him much to travel to the port city of Klang. (PS: It is now, but he’s not complaining).
It was not an easy move, but granted, I settled in eventually – new friends, new parish community (St. Jude’s), and new activities. Now that we were away from the urban areas, we were definitely getting into community life, amongst other things. Of course, I still had my fair share of mischief and pranks, but I learnt many new things here, and it was also where I grew deeper in my faith. Nonetheless, thats not the issue at hand.
So, why my nostalgic moments today, you might ask? The links below might have an answer. I’ll give you clue: I went to school there before, and the places in the pictures were the same places where I once walked. Urbanisation wasn’t done very well in this regard, and this is definitely not the place I used to know. Of course, I’m not saying that we didn’t have all these before, granted that we had the cops come to the school off and on, but this is really something new and out of this world.
My thoughts and prayers for those affected, and of course, for my townsfolk who still have a future ahead of them: I feel for you.
School of Terror