A trip of meaning
I just arrived back in kl at 12 noon, after my trip back to Melaka that was very much enjoyable. I had to use the means of public transportation and took an express bus from Melaka at 8.30 in the morning. I reached Pudu Raya at around 10.30 am. It took me another hour and a half to reach 1U and finally to walk back to my condo - it was exactly 12 noon.
On Friday, I had took a bus to melaka and was extremely lucky to even get a 5.30 pm bus ticket because I had arrived at the Pudu Raya bus station at 5 pm. A strike of luck perhaps, though I was thankful enough as I had overheard another traveller beside me that was not so lucky and had only been able to purchase a 9.30 pm bus ticket. The bus ride is always the easiest part of the journey because I normally sleep through the ride, though it is always the waiting that permeates my restlessness. Even though it was only half an hour to wait, it was enough to get me ready to jump onto the bus at any second.
When I had arrived, I was half glad and half disheartened to hear that there was no cell group that night - glad because I needed some time to chill, but disheartened because I was hoping to attend cell after so long an absence. I settled with calling my friend up and going to a cafe for a late night beverage. So much had happened during the 2 months of not seeing him and there was a lot of catching up to do.
The next day, I had to send my mum to the bus station early in the morning because she had suddenly decided to go to kl (which explains the state of the condo now). I had managed little sleep the last night because I had slept at around 3 am after watching some movies at home. The stacks of vcds at home were growing higher and higher, so I had picked up a few that I had yet to watch. The home theater system that had been installed years before made it much like the cinema, except that the lights were on. After sending my mum to the bus station, I had to deal with the clothes and painters. My parents had decided to repaint the house so I had to be the fake watch dog. Fake because I wasn't really at home much except for the morning. The rest of the day, I was out until around 5.30 when I would come home to feed my dog and let her out of the cage. Everyone is scarred of my dog. Probably because she even gnaws on my hand when I try to unlock the gate and for the fact that she can jump up to around 6 feet high.
I spent the day, until 5.30, at the cyber cafe playing Dota with some people that I didn't really know. It had been 2 months since I had played Dota with people because I didn't want to take up time for my assignments during the semester. I found that my prestige had not fallen short of my name. Seems that I've built quite a reputation in Dota among the gamers of that cafe and I carried on along to their expectations in the few games that I played. Basically, there aren't many good players there and I owned them. Razor: kills 20, deaths 0.
After that, I headed back home and fed my dog. She gave me the normal "jump jump" welcome after I let her out of the cage. I changed into something semi-formal and headed for church. After which, I went out with a friend until around 1 am, and then went home. Slept at around 3 am.
On Sunday, I could visibly see the black circles around my eyes when I washed my face. But that day would be no less a long day. I went out with a friend, then went gaming again until 3am in the morning before returning home. My friend came home with me and we crashed in my house. I couldn't take it anymore so I went to sleep at 4am while he watched some movie. I woke up at 8 and opened the gate for him, after that went to sleep again. Tired.
When I woke up at 1pm, I washed up and fetched my mum back home. I went to the cyber cafe again. Yes, I spend a lot of time gaming when I have nothing better to do. There's no streamyx at home back in melaka, so I just decided to go gaming.
Though, after the whole trip back to melaka, some familiar yet weird and saddening feeling overcame me. It was upon me again. Now the pits are open and the arena fights shall start again. A reminisc for death and depression shall begin and today is just the tip of the balance.
More than before, there are things that I must decide on. It is not only matters of having a steady carrier that I consider, but also things of my values and lifestyle. All these are equally important to me. I endulge in philosophy and poetry to put them to test for a better judgement of which would be more suitable for me.
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