transition - university

Haven't write for a long time as I don't know what to write down here. But, hey, I just entered uni life. Scary or not, face it. The feeling of being a foreign trying to adapt the strange, new environment, well, this is it.

I am currently in my semester 0, a short semester contented with 2 subjects ; Foundation of English and Basic Mathematics. Three days in a week. So much spare time and it is somehow should be something to be grateful or not because my friends who have been in other uni have started semester 1 and their schedule's are packed.

Now, it is Ramadan. Of course, I miss home, who don't? I really want to eat Ibu's cooking rather than the cafeteria's who just hoping for income. Oh well, Ayah told me to be 'comfortable' there. Gosh. Fret not, disappointed aside, my first iftar this year was with Ayah in a hotel buffet. I ate a lot there, my appetite grown back the day before Ramadan started as I lost completely my desire of eating as I moved here, well, several days before moving to uni, Nervous, perhaps.

I have 3 room mates. 2 double deck beds. Mine is the above as I came the last to the room. I sighed as I should climb up and down and it was hard. But, I am fine since I got the fan so that I wouldn't sleep in sweat-pool. Speaking of grateful, my room mates are okay. Well, can't expect them to be like me but yeah, I can accept them. They keep the room clean is already what I needed as I came across others' room, eh, well, it was not a disaster but yeah.

I want KFC, Kari-Kari Rangup. haha. We missed sahur for the first time, on our 11th day of Ramadan. I am hungry. Eating, I can't be picky here although I admit that I am actually still a bit picky. Instant noodles, always. I remember I used to feel as if it is a sin eating another instant noodles the day after you already had one. I now, I still have the feeling of guilt. I mean, I could cook here by myself and serve everyone here if they give the students 'kitchen dorm'. I could live here happily for several years to come if I cook myself great dishes. I miss cooking.


Oh well, Asar just entered. And I am waiting for my laundry to dry up on the hanging. I just hand washed them. Using the machine costs RM 2.50 for one hour and a half, i guess.

Last week, I had my first movie experience. I was with the other girls in a car, well, 12 girls with 2 cars. We watched an horror movie which, yes, I banned for my entire life, but I couldn't resist. I was not the only one who doesn't want to watch it but anyway, it was the experience that I want to gain. And serve myself. I had nightmares for two days. Gosh. That would be the last one and I'll be watching 'Finding Dory' next. All the girls now know that I am not a big fan of that genre and it was fine. They respect me.

Now Playing - Stuck on the Puzzle, Alex Turner.

I was feeling alright on the few days after started uni, trust me, confidently. But, yesterday, I started to feel insecure. I want to tear down right now. I feel not special somehow. I feel down. I don't know why. I hate this. I know that I am good myself and I am alright, was. But, I am sure this 'bulge' would melt with time. I HOPE. I know that I would be fine.

Anyway, that's it. My moving here as a uni student. Freshman.