On the Road to Self Destruction
Mixed feelings, like usual, towards life. I miss the times when there was someone I can talk to anytime. Since my first year, a lot have changed around me. Some things are easier to accept while others, well, remain hard enough. Here’s what I mean:
Fact/Change 1: Not staying on-campus. This is my first time staying outside, it’s been about a month since. While I was at the bus stop near FTMSK (what was I doing there in the first place?), I got a good view of Perindu Residential College. I stayed there for about a year in Room 3317. It’s an 8-person room in the 3rd block. Strategic location, one room away from the stairs to Perindu 2 and a short distance to the toilet. The first semester was my fondest while the 2nd was more tranquil. Tranquil in a sense that the 8-person room was never full. Now, I gotta take the bus every morning, not that I’m complaining. People, I arrive early to class! I’m more than punctual!
What do I miss? I miss the people that surrounded me. Back then, I could just go to anyone’s room if i needed someone to talk to. Now, I enjoy the true solace of my own room. My social life has been curbed tremendously now.
Fact/change 2: The past returns… Yeah, my former classmates and schoolmates are beginning to flood Shah Alam. I get to be reminded of the “good” old days of wearing white and dull green almost everyday. Some just don’t know how to react, while other ignore me. A number acknowledges me. I cannot claim th fact that I had any good friends to begin with. They were mostly activity partners. Also the juniors from UiTM Kedah have arrived. All of ‘em, I think.
Fact/Change 3: I am yet to live a “normal” student’s life. Since joining UiTM/starting my uni years, I am yet to be a plain student. Something always comes my way, and I mean always. Either by design or chance. For once, I want to live a life of that everyday student. Why am I complaining? Try holding presidencies after presidencies, directorship after directorship, non-stop! To a point, it does become annoying.
Fact/Change 4: I have no idea what I’m writing about. What I do know is I am about to self destruct again… A nicer way to put it is by saying, I’m going through a series of metamorphosis.
