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Hi.

 It’s me again. Life has been quite boring since the short semester had just begun. The people are the same, the buildings are, the menus at the café are, the roommates are, except the fact that we have moved into a new and better room, I guess.

I feel quite a sympathy for the unlucky students who have to go through all the hustle bustle for the sake of their course registration. Our university seems to not learn from the same old mistakes; they should’ve become smarter after many intakes and semesters passed. They should’ve learnt.

29/6

I never saw this coming. I never anticipated my knee’s condition could be this damned. From the earliest point I realized I have to bear with this damnation, I knew my life would never be the same again. I will be expelled from having the Discipline of Velocity if this state perpetuates and never heals. To have a hurt knee means to disband oneself from the world of activeness and indulge in passivity. Passivity is killing me. Passivity is like an entrapment for those who have enlivened their world with meaningful devotions. Once you have lost something, you’d find every way to regain it and try to cherish it once more. What? No, this is not an emo post. This is just a pointless rant.

Here He Comes

At last, finally, essentially, and for the very first time and ever, I have got the chance to see the real form of the latest kamen rider franschise : Kamen Rider Wizard! After thousands and thousands of petty and mistakable rumours from the die-hard fans, I think it is worth waiting. 

Actually, I had hoped that the next Kamen Rider after Fourze will not disappoint the fans with a badly designed and unattractive costume, and pheew, Wizard is not an upset for me, (except the trench-coat, yeah. I think it’s a blot on the view).

For this new series, I hope for a more Kabuto-ish storyline and less slapsticks like in Fourze and cooler protagonist too.

Random Adventure

The monsters are approaching towards me, and I, if truth to be told, am going to pee in my pants. The bug-like creatures endlessly swarm the place, and the number keeps growing. I don’t really know what really happens, but I somehow was transferred into this weird location full of human debris and reek of the stench of blood. The creatures are fearsome. They have this razor-sharp cutters connected to their mouth, I would say. They are swamp-green in colour, which disgusts me since it appears that the embodiment of a colour is shit-like.

But I somehow possess a weird-looking belt in my right hand in all of a sudden. Magically, whether it is from the power of my intuition or discretion or illumination or whatever it is, I buckle the belt up around my waist and, after doing some hand gestures—I transform into a bulky, handsome being, equipped with a miraculous alien suit and  kapoww bang boom pow, that is how the story goes.

I wake up and find out I am lying in my bed. I check around my waist, there’s no magical belt after all. It is only the rolled blanket which covers my belly. Ah. What a first-class delusion it was. It was surreal yet real. Once in a while, it is okay to transform to your alter egos in dreams.

Break

The mid semester break is just around the corner. I cannot help but feel so excited about it. It has been quite a while since I gone back home, and I have always missed all the things in my hometown. The most apparent is the scent of the air; it’s really different if I take a whiff here compared to that in Terengganu. Here is a bit soggy, but concentrated with the sharp ‘fragrance’ of chemicals lingering in the air. Terengganu’s? It’s like you are living in a big inhaler.

There’s only one paper left, and I’m putting all my efforts to secure an A for that subject. An A can dramatically change your CGPA, and I need to boost my CGPA as soon as possible. There’s no much time left. Time and tides wait for no man, they say. I’ll be the one who will ride on the surface of the rough rolling waves and emerge as a survivor. Well..I need a raft then.Hm

2 a.m. in the morning

It’s already 2 a.m. in the morning and I still could not sleep. There are too many things which keep charging strains in my head. I think about many things; about how many things have changed, and some of them which I didn’t want to be changed, well at least, not too drastically. I’ve been observing some people whom I thought important in my life. I somehow could not resist but to allow them to persist with what they were doing. Sometimes I feel remorse flowing inside me when I saw and kept cursing on how dumb they were. It’s not my fault after all. I did lash them with some appropriate advice.* long sigh*