My November

Well, here I am, on the last day of November. It's been three months since my first day in university.
It has been two hours since I depart from Penang, and I'm still on the road.
There is so much different between the last time I wrote something on the road and today.

So what's going on so far?

I've organized a ghost house event together with my collage friends and it's a successful event although we had some problems with the JKPS seniors. We have been through a lot together.

How did we come up with this? Well, it's actually an idea of three girls from my collage, and they asked us whether we would like to help. We all agreed to help and we had a meeting. I was well, kinda elected as the Vice President of this event.

Things get nasty when I went back Penang in a random weekend. I received a phone call and was told that I'm the director of the event.

So we had meetings, some arguments, some trouble from the JKPS and of course, some fun time together and finally we were there, the ending point of this journey.

Somehow I'm really tired, but I've managed to survived this, and I'm glad I did, and also happy to be a part of the team.

Here are some photos taken during the last few days of the event.

Was doing preparation, covering up the open space.

My zombie make-up time!

Tadaa! a mini scar in my face ;)

A Man of Freedom

So my one week holiday is going to end soon, and I have to go back to UUM.
I'm so reluctant and I don't feel like going back.

My best friend Hean Tee asked me why, well, that's a good question.

First, you have to know the life in UUM. Well, there's curfew in my university, lights off after twelve. Although the authorities seldom check on us, but you feel guilty if you are not in your room after twelve. Even though you are not afraid of that and think that the school is busy enough to leave us alone, where can you go without a car? There is no entertainment within 10 Kilometers radius after twelve around you, and the nearest cinema is 45 minutes drive away from your hostel!

Dear authorities, I'm a man of freedom, in the age of twenty, I've been to 16 countries over three continents.  TEN countries and TWENTY ONE cities over two continents on 2013 itself.  No one gets to stop me where I want to go and I'm able to go alone. Culture different is not a problem and I have no problem walking alone in a country where they don't even share a common language that I know. I've met pickpockets, robber, scammers, poor, wealthy, nice guy and all different kinds of people and situations, and I manage to survive them all without a problem.

I couldn't say that I'm the best and I'm always right because I'm not perfect, but I believe that I've seen more then the others in the age of twenty and that's not the way to treat a mature guy by locking a freeman in a cage.

This is not how a university life should be, this is not how I imagine my life would become.