2014

26th Dec 2014 (raining)

A few more days we are going to bit this year a goodbye and the new year 2015.

"Life is short and memories are what make it looks longer.

Life is an empty bottle and memories fill it with meanings.

Life is not the first neither the last day, yet another ordinary day, live on."

So much happens this year. Might regret so badly if I can’t remember anything in this year and still doing nothing about the past. It may not be so beautiful to be digitally recorded, but it is also not that bad to be forgotten.

Wake up earlier today, 6.30 a.m., I send a message to you and I wake up, sitting on my bed. There is nothing much in my mind, woke up blank. So why don’t I write something, taking this moment of opportunity in the day, when I am clear to feel and see everything, to say what I think of the year…

(I am trying so hard trying to remember at least something, anything, anything that happen earlier this year, but I just can’t find one. But as soon as I double-clicked on the e-book folder on my desktop, I am glad that I remember at least something. )

This start of this year, the first trimester of 2014. I studied a lot. Others? I don’t know. But I know I studied a lot and learned a lot. This is the semester when I know more about this course that I am undertaking and this is the semester I started to love this course. I like subjects that I am taking this semester, the gist of these subjects and maybe some of the lecturers and tutors. I studied a lot myself, with course mate, discussions, self-studies, in the library, at home, everywhere. This is normal, I don’t fall in love with something hastily. But when I know I love something or like something, I am totally into it. And when I am rewarded, I am going further and wanting to jump higher. I am a fast learner, when I am fond for something, I’m very productive. I feel like giving myself slap in the face when I am saying this, but, writing what I feel, nothing so wrong right? Forgivable with a smile.

And then later this year, I explore more and find myself places where I can go when I am bored, the people I can talk to when I am lonely, and the things I can do when I am exhausted by workloads. This semester is much challenging than those before. With a lot of mind-challenging subjects, plus tons of assignment and experiments, this semester is more or less a hell of a year. Plus, math. I don’t like math, I tried to love it, but just… C’mon, go math, go… XD. Other than this, this semester is rather fun. Might owe to the fact of how challenging the semester is, and also more conversational contents.

Went for a trip to Penang island, we planned this trip together and it ends up so successful and I have to say I really enjoy it. I enjoy most travel I used to have, but this one is different. I talk more and disclose myself more than before. Travel makes me feels free, walking and visiting new places removes those solid confinements that stops me from telling myself more. My freedom is not superficial as to go everywhere like an unleashed canine, staying in my room can be just a kind of freedom. My freedom is to say what I want to say, do things I like, things that makes me happy and to be together with the people I love, freedom is simple.

The last trimester is all about communication and being sociable, even studying about interpersonal communication which is one and the only subject to stand in the final exam.

In the last trimester, too, I met her. We know each other the first semester we come to this university. We seldom talk to each other in the beginning, but chat much through social network. Gradually we talk to each other, more and more, as time passes by. I might lose some of my freedom, but what I get is far beyond freedom, priceless.

Before the semester break of the last trimester, we pay a visit to Penang island, Georgetown once again, visiting the unvisited. But this time, we added a completely different meaning to the travel itself. We walked and cycled around the town, learning its culture and enjoying the beauty of the town as it enters our eyeshot. And I can’t forget we promised ourselves to come back here, again, one day, visiting the myriad of cafés in the town.

"Life is an undone painting and love completes it with colors."