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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....
June 29, 2008 at 2:40 AM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Welcome back!!! Up and at 'em girl! :)
June 29, 2008 at 2:50 AM
azie said…
welcome2 (more to myself)

drama ape cerr sir??
we all kancil klan dah bertempek2 kat utm dari isnin lepas dah..
June 29, 2008 at 3:36 AM
Ailin in Aalborg said…
My teacher used to say, that the only profession where you never leave school...is being a teacher.
June 29, 2008 at 4:29 AM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi 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?
June 29, 2008 at 12:59 PM
Yana Ismail said…
Tau takpe!per cite Sir?haha Mandy in the house! Wassup2..hik2
June 29, 2008 at 6:56 PM
Eddie Putera said…
uish...dalam gambar pakai baju polis..wa ingat lu ketua polis negara..silaps..hehe
June 30, 2008 at 2:48 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Princess,
nnt peluk kaki beauty kuat2..bg dia xleh gerak langsung..

Adie,
Welcome bro..Wa dulu ketua polis bangladesh...Haahahahahaha!!!
June 30, 2008 at 7:04 PM
Yana Ismail said…
haha,your wish is my command:)
June 30, 2008 at 7:17 PM
izzati fuad 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
July 1, 2008 at 2:04 AM
azie said…
bangladeshi??
July 1, 2008 at 5:56 PM
izzati fuad said…
dearest sir, kamu ditag! hehe.
July 2, 2008 at 2:08 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Alamak...belum bls tag 2 minggu lps lg...
July 2, 2008 at 2:59 PM
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