Woohooo... I am finally free. It’s the first time I will be able to take charge of my life... I am free to do what I wish...
Opps... What a great fall from the paradise.
To be honest, I wasn’t excited at all in entering university. Not that I am cold-hearted, I am just simply too tired in dealing the impending disaster.
My fateful day started off with a half day work in the office. (My boss had been gracious in letting me go even I failed to serve my one month notice – all thanks to the efficiency of our centralize system). I had to squeeze through the mad rush back home at the custom checkpoint and had to endure traffic jam on my way back to my hometown. When I finally reached my hometown at 5, not a moment to lose, I rush to grab my precious letter of admittance to UM. Hey, I am a step closer to the ‘square hat’ (graduation hat). I am the last one to enter university.
I am rudely awakened from my dream at the instant I take a look at the second document. It is the checklist on stuff to bring to the campus. Erm… am I seeing things or my memory had failed me? How come the checklist looks different from the internet version? Well… No time to entertain that thought. It’s 6 pm and I am suppose to register at 8 am the next day with all the listed stuff. It means from nothing, I had to prepare every single thing in 14 hours including my meal time, sleeping time and traveling time. Only then, I finally understand my father’s quote, “Do not rely ultimately on the technology, the more complex a thing became, it has the higher chance to fumble.” I should have asked my parents to send me hard copy rather than relying on the simplified internet version. My parents only receive the mail on the last week of June and I just missed the mail by a day. What a horrible consequences. Who should I blame apart from my naivety?
At that point, I really wish to sleep and forget about UM. Well... I just couldn’t let my parents down.
Argh... I don’t have a single thing. No medical report, no signed photocopy of my IC, no signed photocopy of certain certificates, and I wonder why I need to ask my previous principal to sign my admittance letter send from UM during registration. Eh, you send me the letter for god’s sake. It’s 6, and how am I going to find my principal now? Think positively, I assure myself. At most I will get a lot of scolding, right? They can’t be so heartless to kick me out, right? Well, I don’t have a choice. Whatever shall happen, will happen anyway. It’s assuring to remember this quote, “Everything will be ok in the end, whenever it’s not ok, it’s not the end” (couldn’t remember where I see this quote)
Finally, the checklist of documents to bring to UM is done (despite some documents that I am not able to produce). Yahoo.... Ok now where is the checklist of stuff I need to bring to UM. What??? There is no such checklist. Argh... I never live away from home, how the hell am I suppose to know what to bring (living with sister in Singapore do not consider living away from home). Well... I guess I could just stuff in whatever in front of my eyes until the car is full. I am praying that please have a grocery shop nearby UM. Finally, the car is full. Now I wonder how those who are traveling by bus be able to bring all their stuffs. Buy there? I shrugged the thought. Eh, I am suppose to have 20++ passport size pictures and formal clothing? May God bless me.
How about the fees? I flip and flip at all the documents. I am only asked to pay the fees but I wasn't inform on how to. Should I bring cash, cheque or I don't have to pay immediately? In the end, I just make my own conclusion, I can always ask my parents to transfer the money to my account if need arise. A few days late should be alright, I hope so.
I am finally allowed to sleep at 2 am. (I was asked to double, triple and don’t know how many times to re-check my belonging). Apart from that, I wasn’t spared from the lecture about life away from home despite the time constrain. Looking at my parents’ proud face, all frustration was gone. I slept like a log.
Oppss... The nightmare has just begun...
Opps... What a great fall from the paradise.
To be honest, I wasn’t excited at all in entering university. Not that I am cold-hearted, I am just simply too tired in dealing the impending disaster.
My fateful day started off with a half day work in the office. (My boss had been gracious in letting me go even I failed to serve my one month notice – all thanks to the efficiency of our centralize system). I had to squeeze through the mad rush back home at the custom checkpoint and had to endure traffic jam on my way back to my hometown. When I finally reached my hometown at 5, not a moment to lose, I rush to grab my precious letter of admittance to UM. Hey, I am a step closer to the ‘square hat’ (graduation hat). I am the last one to enter university.
I am rudely awakened from my dream at the instant I take a look at the second document. It is the checklist on stuff to bring to the campus. Erm… am I seeing things or my memory had failed me? How come the checklist looks different from the internet version? Well… No time to entertain that thought. It’s 6 pm and I am suppose to register at 8 am the next day with all the listed stuff. It means from nothing, I had to prepare every single thing in 14 hours including my meal time, sleeping time and traveling time. Only then, I finally understand my father’s quote, “Do not rely ultimately on the technology, the more complex a thing became, it has the higher chance to fumble.” I should have asked my parents to send me hard copy rather than relying on the simplified internet version. My parents only receive the mail on the last week of June and I just missed the mail by a day. What a horrible consequences. Who should I blame apart from my naivety?
At that point, I really wish to sleep and forget about UM. Well... I just couldn’t let my parents down.
Argh... I don’t have a single thing. No medical report, no signed photocopy of my IC, no signed photocopy of certain certificates, and I wonder why I need to ask my previous principal to sign my admittance letter send from UM during registration. Eh, you send me the letter for god’s sake. It’s 6, and how am I going to find my principal now? Think positively, I assure myself. At most I will get a lot of scolding, right? They can’t be so heartless to kick me out, right? Well, I don’t have a choice. Whatever shall happen, will happen anyway. It’s assuring to remember this quote, “Everything will be ok in the end, whenever it’s not ok, it’s not the end” (couldn’t remember where I see this quote)
Finally, the checklist of documents to bring to UM is done (despite some documents that I am not able to produce). Yahoo.... Ok now where is the checklist of stuff I need to bring to UM. What??? There is no such checklist. Argh... I never live away from home, how the hell am I suppose to know what to bring (living with sister in Singapore do not consider living away from home). Well... I guess I could just stuff in whatever in front of my eyes until the car is full. I am praying that please have a grocery shop nearby UM. Finally, the car is full. Now I wonder how those who are traveling by bus be able to bring all their stuffs. Buy there? I shrugged the thought. Eh, I am suppose to have 20++ passport size pictures and formal clothing? May God bless me.
How about the fees? I flip and flip at all the documents. I am only asked to pay the fees but I wasn't inform on how to. Should I bring cash, cheque or I don't have to pay immediately? In the end, I just make my own conclusion, I can always ask my parents to transfer the money to my account if need arise. A few days late should be alright, I hope so.
I am finally allowed to sleep at 2 am. (I was asked to double, triple and don’t know how many times to re-check my belonging). Apart from that, I wasn’t spared from the lecture about life away from home despite the time constrain. Looking at my parents’ proud face, all frustration was gone. I slept like a log.
Oppss... The nightmare has just begun...
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