111. a place where blood boils..

after 3 years, i am back in this place..

a place where it is filled with lots of memories..

i was first here 5 years ago..

and not much changes have happened since

except for a better looking toilet,

a room with mosquito netting..

that's pretty much all the changes in 5 years..

i dreaded the idea of being here..

i packed last minute..

just few hours before i started my journey here..

just to be rebellious..

which was useless of course..

cleaned and carried my things to the room..

a few rounds of climbing to the third floor..

exhausted, tired..

and frustrated because of some inconsiderate and brainless people..

the very next day...

i was literally kicked out of my room..

the reason was extreme lame..

so much for a 1 Malaysia!!

again i have to clean the room and carry my things 

to another block..

to the third floor..

what a great exercise!!

2 days here was enough to make my blood boil..

i'm pretty sure my blood pressure went up as well..

some lecturers were sincere and happy for us..

others were just waiting..

for a chance to attack us..

to criticise..

to condemn..

but sad to say..

they never got their chance..

for we were still us..

the changes in us made us more mature..

and we were more aware with our surrounding..

for we know this place and people too well..

my one week here has been a rather tiring experience..

i hardly have time for myself anymore..

when we were forced to attend unnecessary and ridiculous activities..

my week here and i'm already longing to be home..

Lord, please give me the strength and the patience to deal with everything..

for i am weak and tired..