The
final battle (like I always proclaimed, you see) had finally landed its
devastating curtain with a series of incidents last 2 days, Friday. I had a
series of accidents that caused the finale ended not as tasty as it supposed to
be. It was my final and by far MOST
DIFFICULT, BRAIN-DRAINING, TENSE exams I’d ever faced: Data Structures. As the name suggests, we explore the typical structures
beneath a data code. This is the successor
of the previous equally-tense major paper of mine, Structured Programming,
whereas DS (the short abbreviation for us) is the intermediate level. Studied, memorized, practiced, but things
doesn’t go as smoothly as hair gel, airline wing this time. Well…
Now
I’m currently at the airport, which is something that I didn’t anticipate much
to reach, as initially I didn’t intend to return to that devastated place
called HOME. However, this semester
alone had endured me massively, both physically & mentally included. So, my mind is diverged with the intention to
return there. I want to take a holiday
from people’s constant bullying, negative perception, and most importantly fake
generosity. Sorry if I insulted, but
this may be the last time that I did this.
This semester alone had really evolved me further into understanding the
inner belief of individuals called SELF-CONFIDENCE. I had been trampled, stomped, stepped, and
everything in between. Not all that bad,
my inner confidence nurtured throughout this half-year (4 months, 128 days to
be exact) besides open up to more individuals & forging friendships. It’s a rough bile to chew, but sometimes this
incidents makes me feel as if I’m really developing, you see. After these experiences, I learned to not to
trust people’s intentions alone as we need logical mind to decipher every reasons
behind each action that people may take.
University
life is mostly like this, I guess. I’ve
been patient until my wit’s end. Not
added by my family complications, which makes me shivered with countless
web-strangling methodology of financial constraint. For example, I skipped dinner today, buying a
few pieces of bread as a survival food until tomorrow. Count every penny out of my pocket. Not disclosing my financial status further,
just that I’m keeping my budget really tight.
Really, tight. Let’s see, the
taxi from my Chinatown costs at an outrageous RM8 for a short distance away (he
said the usual price is RM6, added by an extra 2 bucks for baggage. ) That’s astronomical, dude. Even my hometown doesn’t charge that
much. Train costs RM7, and the airport
liner adds another 8 bucks into it. So,
with my remaining budget, it’s hard to even have a proper dinner. And, the pocket leaks again for the RM38 taxi
rate to my house, as I’m not that special to be given a ride & special
welcome-home, smiling arrival. So, I’m
basically broke. Really took the blame
on my rentals + absurd internet rates. I’m
not even felt like being in the same place with my buddies, as this semester
overrides my previous data regarding my memories with them.
I’m
stuck with the verdict of moving in the upcoming return to UPSI. A lot of people already anticipated my move (my
course mates, all 130++ individuals acknowledge my suffering, my best buddies
included). The decision will only be
made when I arrive home. Enough of money-planning. I’m desperately desires to achieve escapade
from all these monstrosity. I’ll escape
thoughts about my 4 months hiatus from Sibu during these 3 days ahead. After this, I might not be able to update
much, as I’m once again cut off from civilization infrastructure we call
Internet connection. I miss my pals
already. Let God decide what happens
next. I don’t even have the urge to
mind-map this complication, just need some tranquility both mentally &
physically. Just now I cried silently in
the journey, reminiscing about all my memories, and the thought of hugging my
mom and brother when I get back.
Seriously, I’ve been eating enough Cinderella stepmom’s poisoned apple,
or pear, or watermelon. There goes my
mumbling again… But with the planning of
Chinese New Year, some rule-breaking (fireworks, fireworks!!!), visitation, constant
competition with my Philosophical Laureate “sister” perhaps, this time’s
vacation may not be such a slug. Might
be, but not much. So, below is some
pictures taken as I’m alone, wandering, searching for identity (ceh, kidding
only…) in Sepang’s Low-Cost-Carrier-Terminal (LCCT). See you fans soon, I guess. Enjoy your vacation (should you have any) and
Happy Lunar New Year from me, a heavily-dented inside individual. Wish me all the best. I lost my “I Love MOM” badge in the
airport. Bad luck indeed. Thought that I want to show Mom I love her,
ha ha. Maybe it’s thought that counts. Dang, the airport blocked the picture uploads. I'll add them in the next update...
