The melancholy of Growing up

Until recently I was a mediocre student in a less flashy local university. From chores to assignments, I endured it knowingly it would serve me well in future. Suddenly at the day I finished my final seminar that I help organized, I could not help but fell sadness despite feeling good and relieved that one of my hardest day in my years of university has come to an end. Some probably related this to some illness that has befallen to this weird blogger but mind you it was not.

As I cycled at 11 pm after the seminar, I took a small glance to the view that I am familiar with. The jungle, sound of the cicadas and the darkness at night are but the few of the common things I encounter throughout my life as a student. The courage to camp at the dark lecture halls, avoiding capture by fellow guards and racing back to the dorm in the mist of darkness. My, I ran off topic.

A week later, I indulge to games, TV shows and etc,etc. However again, despite the short term joy I had; I felt emptiness. Emptiness so solitude that would scare anyone. I knew time was against me as I grew up. I still wanted to do amazing things: Learn music, drawing and read more history books. But I was no hard worker. I struggled to finished chores before despite ample time because I always attempt to finish anything in late hour. I became a habit that I picked up as I grew. So, the amount of effort to learn and master would be enormous as my habits kicks in.

Deep inside me, I always hope things were never-changing in this ever-changing world. The pain of enduring any change was always unbearable to me because I am but a weak person who know little about languages and life. So, as I write this post; let me express my day in a sigh.

So, a certain cafe in UUM

It was a hot, sunny day today yet it was very unpleasant. Dust combined with heat destroyed the summer view of my university. Being a bit desperate, I went to a cafe the I never went before in my university. I noticed that the cafe had a western styled cafe setting, something that I don't usually see in my University. But I must say, I left the cafe with mixed feelings.

To give you an idea of its atmosphere, I was baffled by the fact that there was little to none menu being displayed in the cafe. So, I took me some time where I look around like an idiot in a science lab to actually find the menu at the cashier. And to add up my surprise, it is the only menu available in the cafe.

Still, refusing to give up on my newly found cafe, I went to order a plate of Fish N Chips and a glass of ice coffee. When the Fish N Chips arrived, I was even more horrified. The "Fish" looks like the Ready to Cook fish you would buy from Tesco and dump into the frying pan immediately. How hard is cooking a fish that you need to resort to instant food style of cooking. And their is the fries, they look as if they had been fermented ages ago.

Reluctantly, I finished my meal and went to the cashier. Paid Rm9.50 for the meal and suddenly I thought,"Why did I pay so much for something this bad?". I felt that for once local food can be less expensive yet more delicious and filling than this kind of cafes. Cheers

And so I started a Blog

Today, I am determined to write something in a blog! Well, I thought that was being funny. It obviously wasn't. Hear from me soon.