It's The Thought That Matters

Sooo... I can't believe I'm still alive after these few days. Curios? I'm going to let you in on what I had to endure since Sunday till now.

Sunday:

The day began with mixed feelings. Knowing that I have to leave my family and friends behind, I couldn't help feeling sad but at the same time, I was happy at the fact that I wouldn't be a couch potato any more (not exactly couch potato though, I have been working). Had nasi lemak for breakfast, then we went out for char siew/ siew yuk fun. Hehe. It's been a long time since I had both. After the belly-filling meal, my family and I went to Jusco to pick up the remaining necessary things that I needed to live a decent life in the hostel for the next 2 years (!!). When all was settled, we headed home and I repacked to prepare for the journey. As a consolation for myself, I went for basketball for the last time before I start uni life. In the middle of my warm-up, my heart leapt for joy when my one and only, hardcore basketball partner Terence showed up smiling. I swear I wanted to just let my tears roll down but NOPE! Anyway, we played a few games before going home and call it a day. We bade each other goodbye and then I (sort of) moved on. Haha. Throughout the journey, there wasn't really anything that was worth mentioning other than the reminiscing with my dad, mum and brother and also the irritatingly slow rate that we were moving in due to the jam. When I reached the hostel, we all went up as a family to help me unpack my stuff and fortunately met my roommate who was a really nice guy. However, things were just starting to roll downhill. After my parents left, I chatted with my roommate and I found out that there was no WiFi service as promised by the marketing department representative. So I was like, "Meh, that's fine. Internet is for pussies." (in reference to MaximBady) LOL. Can't imagine that coming out from an internet junkie like me. Haha. I just brushed it off and I told my friend that I was going out for a walk around the campus, hoping to find the ever elusive basketball court. Wait, did I say elusive? How can it be elusive if it's imaginary? I was so pissed. SO FREAKING PISSED THAT I HAVE TO ENLARGE THIS! Then I was hit with another shocking piece of news. Not only I have been tricked about the facilities, I have missed 5 weeks of class instead of 3!!!! WHAT THE FISH!!!! I immediately called my mum up and let everything out. I was so angry that I made my mum worried. Sorry, mummy. :( But I can't hide it any more. Luckily my mum managed to calm me down and asked me to get some rest as I had a morning class the next day so I went to bed.

Monday:

I woke up with a glum face. The thought of missing 5 weeks of class and NO BASKETBALL COURT made the start of my morning gloomier than Gloom (except that I wasn't drooling). Took a shower, dressed up smartly as required and headed off to tie up the loose ends. Handed in the remaining forms, got my matric card and attended my first ever class as a medical student. Problem was, I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND A FREAKING THING! So I nearly lost my concentration but I just pulled myself through it. During the break, my mum called me again and I let loose the fragments of despair and frustration through the phone. According to my mum later that night, I made her so worried that she screwed up her cooking. making her fried mee hoon too salty. HAHA. I felt so bad after that. She then told my dad about what I said and they considered pulling me out of the course due to the barrage of complaints I threw at them. However, God is great and will always be. He sent the director of the university to us and I was instructed to meet him immediately. I was prepared to voice my concerns and doubts but before I could even do so, he answered every single one of them. He gave me my new, improved timetable and lo and behold, there were replacement classes! I was so happy, I forgot about the non-existant basketball court temporarily. He comforted me and assured me that everything will be taken care of as there were also students who were as late as I am. Before I left, I thanked him again and again and went back to resume my class as usual. Feeling such a huge burden being lifted off my shoulders, my smile came back to me and I was back to normal. That night my mum called and was so relieved that I sounded so much better than I was last night. She told me to continue looking to God and also ask myself what I want and need for myself instead of listening to others. The same night, I slept comfortably with a grin on my face.

Tuesday:

Today was seriously a much, much better day than the previous two. I started classes as normal and I got my notes from my really kind group leader who willingly photocopied all of the notes for me. Giving her my thanks, I then got a notice from another professor that my extra classes would begin later today and everything would be fine for us. :D That really carved a wide smile on my face. After my refresher class (that's what they call it) my dad came over to hand my textbooks to me, brought me out for dinner, bought all the other necessary items for my life in hostel and helped me put them in. DOUBLE :D. I'm currently typing all of this with a smile on my face, hoping that everything will fly smoothly with minimal turbulence.

Through all of this, I have learnt that, even with human power and strength, God holds the final say ultimately. No matter how tough you are inside, you'll still have to give in to Him. Even being one of the toughest emotionally among my friends, I almost gave way through all this but God held and guarded me from further troubles. I can only thank and praise Him for all that He has done for my family and I. I guess that'll be all from me to you guys. I hope that you would have learnt a useful lesson or two but if you didn't, don't worry. It's just that you might have gone through the same thing as I did. Haha. Chiao, amigos!

P/S: I don't know if I can update my blog as often as I would like to given the fact that I have a lot to catch up on. I pray that I do!