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The Price to Pay

Tired...

Weary...

Burnt-out...

 

Some of the adjectives to express my current state of mind and body. It is now 7.05 in the morning, and I am at 32,000 feet, soaring through the clouds... The wisps of angelic fluff litter the landscape, encompassing the horizon, as the deep blue shades of the South China Sea meld with the growing light of the coming day... The rays of the sun reflecting off the surface of the clouds, lining the tranquil scenery with multiple shades of gold...

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Yet, through all the beauty emanating through these closed circular windows, I am unable to fully enjoy the view... It has been too long that I have been away from home during the weekends... Usually this was the time I would get up in the morning to play with my bubbly little boy, watching him jump up and down tapping my face to wake me up... This was the time I would usually get up in the morning with my wife and go brisk walking around the lake gardens, and have breakfast at the local Mamak restaurant - Roti Telur with fish curry, my favourite on a weekend morning... We'd probably spend the Saturday at home (if neither of us have any classes in school/uni) watching catching up on movies or series we may have missed... And at night, we'd go grocery shopping the Giant supermarket in the local mall, and go for 4 games of bowling - I would work on perfecting my hook, and the wife would just be happy to get the ball in a straight line...

 

SIgh...

 

Just this weekend to go, and then the short semester finishes... And I can go back to normal life - slogging away during the weekdays, but at least the weekends would be mine... No more weekend flights or drives to Kuching or KL... I'm sure I'd miss all the people over there once the time comes - all the new friends I made... All the old friends I left behind... But for now, I just want a loooooong vacation...

Buuuut...No rest for the weary, as they say... The new semester has just started, and the new students have started pouring in... The onslaught has begun... A fresh wave of doey-eyed teenagers trying their best to mask their feelings of excitement and uneasiness... Finally in University, they say... Twelve years of school and finally we've arrived...

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Welcome, I say...

 

You haven't just arrived...

 

You've only just started.

Comments

A t i Q a h said…
Owh. New semester. Again....
Abdullah said…
Welcome back!!! Up and at 'em girl! :)
azie said…
welcome2 (more to myself)

drama ape cerr sir??
we all kancil klan dah bertempek2 kat utm dari isnin lepas dah..
My teacher used to say, that the only profession where you never leave school...is being a teacher.
Abdullah said…
Azie,
Drama nak kena tunggu director dtg...
I pun x tau ape cerrr..

Nordic,
You slog for 12 years to get away from school, but end up spending ur life there...kinda ironic huh?
Princess Liyana said…
Tau takpe!per cite Sir?haha Mandy in the house! Wassup2..hik2
ADIEJIN said…
uish...dalam gambar pakai baju polis..wa ingat lu ketua polis negara..silaps..hehe
Abdullah said…
Princess,
nnt peluk kaki beauty kuat2..bg dia xleh gerak langsung..

Adie,
Welcome bro..Wa dulu ketua polis bangladesh...Haahahahahaha!!!
Princess Liyana said…
haha,your wish is my command:)
missyizzati said…
u~~ the price you have to pay. hurm..nice picture you have there. i was so scared to turn on my phone on the plane. skema. huhu
azie said…
bangladeshi??
missyizzati said…
dearest sir, kamu ditag! hehe.
Abdullah said…
Alamak...belum bls tag 2 minggu lps lg...

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