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The Adventures of Balik Kampung

My hometown is not a kampung. In fact, it has the status Bandar Raya. However, to make this entry sound as dramatic as a real adventure, I shall just keep that as the title. Oh ya, thanks Azreen for suggesting this entry! (This is going to be a longggg, picture-less entry).

First of all thank God for the safe journey (despite the fight in the flight, yes, my flight was that dramatic). It was certainly a long way, twisting turning back home (quote from song lyrics, ehem), from KTM Station to the grounds of Cat City. I was grinning my way out from the arrival gate.

Now let me start from the start. I didn't spend the night in my own room because I was the last one to leave, so Zalikha was victimized to be my host. I woke up at 7.30 that morning (shockingly early yo!). After returning to my own block, I did some last minute jobs, such as throwing away the legacies that my housemates left for me (another way to say the rubbish), making sure all of the buckets in the house were upside down, checking every window etc.

Left my room before 10am because Zalikha and Amirah put a prank on me, saying they're already waiting for me inside the taxi. I cannot believe I believed :P Now imagine the blur, slow, clumsy, forgetful Fee rushing for something which is not real. Of course I forgot to bring something and had to run back. It was the card thingy you have to hand in to the guards whenever you're going to somewhere and not returning that night. Well in this case people can never blame me for I have never experienced sleeping over at somewhere else. I have no relatives over there yo!

Walking out from the gate felt like phase 1 of happiness. How did it feel like? FUN. After seeing people dragging their bags the day before, it was our turn! My bag didn't have wheels though. So I didn't drag mine. Haha. There was one thing in my mind that time: If I don't get a seat in KTM, I'm going to break my shoulders! Thoughts of standing in the KTM weeks earlier with Chiang Tieng, Tricia and Fern haunted me. Please, not with this heavy backpack, I said to myself.

What was phase 2 of happiness? Getting a seat in KTM! Hahah! Even though the girl's head sitting beside me kept on touching my shoulders, I acted like nothing happened. Isn't it so weird to be jam-packed in a place with sleepy people? Everybody sitting was sleeping, so I followed suit even though I wasn't sleepy. We got off at KL Central, where phase 1 of blurness began. I know nothing about going anywhere, yes I'm a bad traveller (should I classify myself as one?). People say malu bertanya sesat jalan (banyak bertanya tak malu), so I chose to be tak malu. Texted one of the many many seniors, Fern for help (thank you senior!) and managed to get the right transport to the right place.

Phase 3 of happiness: reaching LCCT, checking in and waiting for the moment yo! Waiting was...not so fun, I did a silly mistake for keeping my novel and Conan comics at the bottom of all my clothes inside my bag :P Time was just wasted by playing Reversi on my phone. Then I took a nap. See, it was that boring. When I woke up, I felt awful because my specs were squashing my nose. I looked around and saw 3 of our seniors! Then phase 4 of happiness began. Walking to the plane. Ngahaha!

My seat was just beside the window (felt glad because I cannot imagine sitting for 1 hour 45 minutes without looking outside/below, seeing the tiny buildings and Amazon-like rivers). It was not as exciting as before, being in a flight for twice in a few months. When I came to KL, I was so excited because the last time I boarded a plane was like...10 years ago XD

Fast forward...after the napping-waking up-napping cycle, we finally landed safely. With a big grin on my face, I marched out together with Zalikha, our pace increased as we were getting nearer towards the gate of phase 5 of happiness. I saw my dad waving. Yo, my dad was waving to me. HAHA. I was told that he was really excited to fetch me from the airport. Awww.

Awesomeness kept on coming after that. I told EVERYTHING, every single bit of story to my family all the way back home in the car. I came to realise that the distant really taught me how to grow up, love and appreciate more. They say I look taller, my arms are bigger (LOL, perhaps after all of the exercises during CG outing?). I know I'm not just growing up physically :)

Well that was my adventure of balik kampung. Tomorrow will be Day 2 at home. Bio report remains untouched. Vitamin C keeps on flashing into my mind. What kind of holiday is this going to be?...

ps. Food is awesome here. Finally, the familiar taste of mother's cooking :D

EMO

How would you feel?...

When you are the last person to leave a room.

When you are standing in front of the window but the only thing you see is people dragging their bags.

When the only sound that you can hear is the sound of cars bustling.

When you've just found out your test marks that particular morning.

When you feel so free but you have nothing to do.

When you're here today, but not tomorrow.

What am I talking about? Well, as usual I am talking to myself in a way that I type it out so that I won't forget. You know the feeling of "Aww..look how emo I was last time". Cool huh?

Again, I would love to repeat something.

How would you feel when standing in front of the window but the only thing you see is people dragging their bags.

I FEEL EMO.

Although I know it's my turn to do so tomorrow.

...and yeah I know that the title of this post is so emo, but please allow me to also include the awesomeness of today.

First of all...I played guitar the second time for Campus Revo this afternoon! Thanks to seniors - Shin for allowing me to play, Caryn for the guitar and Shiau Xian for leading the worship :) Had a great time just now. (Yeah don't get me wrong, even when I don't play, it's always awesome). XD

I managed to get more than half for Chemistry. Well, not bad, right? I know I'm not as brilliant as my classmates/group mates but yeah I'm just going to run my own race. Everytime I get emo with my marks I always remind myself how I got 44% in Chemistry during form 5 yet still ace the exam in the end (LOL?). Allow me to do some self-motivation, please. You might say oh yeah form 5 life is soooo different and you cannot compare it with college life, but who cares. It's the same feeling though. The feeling that you are never as good as the others (emo again, sorry) but deep inside you know you can do it. Say it again yo, I CAN DO IT!

Back to awesomeness. I feel awesome that topic tests have finally ended andddd (drumroll...) holidays have just started! I cannot wait to forget about studies for a while. I cannot wait to wake up late and sleep late without feeling guilty at all. I cannot wait to eat simple meals at home. I cannot wait to throw myself on my bed, play guitar all day, sing aloud in my room, read newspaper, etc etc.

I've been here for almost two months already, and if one of our seniors didn't say "Enjoy your first ever holiday!", I would never notice that it's our first one! I've been enjoying myself so much here, I guess. Despite all the stress of studying, there are actually a lot of good things here in this place.

What else should I add here? Everything's still the same - cars are still bustling, it's so noisy yet quiet. What a paradox. I haven't finished packing (how can I ever finish if I don't stop what I'm doing right now?). I'm thinking really hard on what to bring and what NOT to bring. One thing's for sure, I am not going to bring that extra thick Core Maths book, so I'm going to end this post now so that I can start doing my Maths homework and be super brilliant in Maths woohooo! (fake happy tone).

Bye. Will be blogging from somewhere else tomorrow. YAY :D

Am I Doing My Best?

Am I going to be good enough?

Am I doing my best?

What am I doing here right now?

Someday I'll know the answers...
sounds so emo eh.

I'm Busy

..but I'm pretending not to be. Topic tests, reports, homeworks. Oh please don't kill me.

Let me tell you a random story of what had happened just now. I saw a lizard. It was on the floor...about to enter my bedroom. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have tried to shoo it away, because of course it was going to run INTO the room because I was coming from the opposite direction. To make matters worse, the door of my locker wasn't closed. Now I don't know where's the lizard. It might be inside my locker, it might be on the wall..it might be hiding in my belongings. OH NOOOO.

Enough with the lizard. I'm staying up late for a reason. Oh beetroot, please be kind to me.