There is a tale of this village boy who wants to study abroad; he is the eldest in his family and he thought that by studying in the United Kingdom would make his family proud. So he studied hard, not smart, applied the TESL course in a teacher training institute and then one day, the seniors told him that his batch is not going over the sea.
For three years already, he sobs in tears when he sees his seniors' pictures thinking how he is unlucky for not being able to be in their shoes at that moment. Then one day, his lecturer mentioned a really great news to him and the other 39 classmates that they are offered to study in a local university, approximately an hour drive from his college.
Time passes by like a pretty old calender, and all he knows, he is partly in the university and the other half is in IPG KBA. He has to travel to both campus this semester, and finally reside in the university starting February next year. And all he can mumble everyday is a thoughtful gratefulness to Allah for still making his dream comes true. That boy is very thankful to his God, that he is also given the chance to study over the seas of Kuala Lumpur, and the united kingdom of dreams in his hands ;)
Well, this is a short story and it is not interesting...I'm sorry.
P/S: Thank you Kak Shap Nuna for the key chain, and all my seniors in United Kingdom for still remembering me.