Lama sungguh blog ini ditinggalkan berhabuk. Ya ampun. Bukannya aku tiada idea untuk tulis atau kongsi, banyak, contohnya kes curang Tiger Woods, kes pembunuhan 4 beranak di negara kita baru-baru ini, SUkan Mahasiswa UM (SUKMUM), pilihanraya kampus…ada sahaja perkara hendak aku kongsi tapi akhirnya terlepas untuk ditulis. Nak kata sibuk pun tak, cuma mungkin memikirkan beberapa perkara lain seperti pengurusan pendaftaran/pengesahan subjek, penyiapan resume untuk latihan industri, menguruskan penempahan t-shirt batch (hoyeah!) dan macam-macam.

Well, i think i finally have time for myself now.

Salaam & cheers…~

P/s: Agak-agak, jika aku tulis post mengenai kes pembunuhan 4 beranak yang berlaku baru-baru ini, lukisan apa yang akan aku lukis untuk mengiringi post itu? Huhu, mesti mengerikan…*_*!

Its 10.39pm and i just got back to my room in 8th college um. Dad sent me. By now readers of my blog are informed that im suffering from a mental sickness called “homesick”…well i guess thats what it is since some of the symptoms i notice is my eagerness to go back home every opportunity possible and my lack of cheerfulness whenever im in my room. Yes, i guess that’s what it is. Homesick. Till i found out it was something else..

We left home at around 10 pm. Dad drove. Ummi sat in the passenger seat like she always would. Me and my sister in the back seat of our 20+ years old Honda Odyssey. I cant stop wondering when will dad replace this old rusty mpv. There’s just too much reasons to buy a new one, the weak air conditioning, sloppy window tint, and recently, the broken door handle. Heh, on the other hand i should be more grateful we even have an mpv. So actually there’s no rush, it is still functioning, that counts.

So, we headed on our journey to UM. Its not long, it only takes like 30 minutes max to get to UM. I am impressed how my dad couldnt stop talking along the journey. Its never a dull ride whenever dad is in it. Whenever we pass a certain point, he’ll talk about that one thing or scenario till we get to another point or scene where he’ll start to talk about that new scene. At the beginning of our journey he talked about his health condition, then we reached a short traffic jam where he started complaining how on earth could there be a jam at a time like this. We moved on to ss2 where there were lines of wedding shops and dad started talking about business and market value, we moved to a row of furniture shops in front of UIA Pj where he started talking about where to buy cheap and beautiful furniture. He talks and talks, but its not all old man rants and empty words, he jokes, and in the same time gives me valuable advice. He entertains us so that we dont get bored. He somewhat reminds me of a friend of mine, Muhammad aka Mike, yep, he never shuts up, in a cheerful and funny way that is (^_*!).

The other day i told him about my intentions of staying at home during my final year. I guess, he could tell that i didnt like staying in campus. I call it homesick, he guess im just bored. So when we reached UM and was nearing 8th college, he started to talk about his days in UKM, where he studied accountancy. He was a student council back then, a great one. He stayed in campus throughout his student years and told me that i should enjoy staying in college. Not all have the opportunity to stay in college (yes, i agree) what more in UM. The activities, the friends, the environment, the meetings, the fun and laughter, it will all be so nostalgic once i leave UM and start working, and by that time, i’ll regret not enjoying my time in college, thats what he told me.

Thats when it got me.

Im not homesick. No. Its just that im not enjoying my time in 8th college. Why? No friends probably. Me not getting involved in activities and projects. The different environment. Everything. That’s when i realised it. That it isnt me being all childish and starting to feel homesick, no. At that point, i realise, that im actually starting to miss my friends and the great time i had in 2nd college

salaam and (hoping for) cheers (-_-”)…