4am, that's when my Samsung blared its remorseless alarm. I got up and sleepily made my way to the toilet and get ready to catch the flight. Darn, I forgot to look at my house one more time before getting into the car. Bags dominated at the back, I checked my documents for the last time and took a deep breath.
I really do hate airports and airplanes, forced to sit between two guys, I wasted two and a half hour staring into the empty space. When I arrived and grabbed my luggages to the car, I spared myself a glance to the future. Travelling with airplanes will be so usual from now on. I sighed and entered the Toyota.
My moving schools process was a tough and tiring one, for my bro and myself. First we went from Kota Kinabalu to PPD Tuaran, then back to Kota Kinabalu which is 37km far and then back to PPD Tuaran again. Thanks to uncle Micheal, my registration at Smk st John was an express one. My first impression of that school was 'I regret coming here.' 'if u guys don't accept me, then it's your loss' 'save me San Francisco' 'damn, this school is too small' 'I want to go back to Smk Bandar Baru'. Yup! Those negative thoughts.
Then the headmistress came out and asked me in English wether I'll go away to sbp or MRSM, I replied 'I will stay here.'. She smiled and asked me again when do I want to start. I told her as soon as possible, she laughed!!! She said that's good cause I can join in the fun and dance and those hippie stuff. Hell, I was accepted. She said " 4ums is good, yes, 4 UMS is a nice class." the very same time,I breathe a sigh of relief, some of my worries had been blown away!!!
I came home and finally cried. I haven't cry for a very long time. It's been straining me, these things. Moving and leaving a part of myself. It feels like my world have been turned upside down. I tried to focus on the bright side, but sometimes, shedding a few (or a dozen) tears is the only answer.
Oh the almighty,lead me to the correct path. Please, never let this humble servant of yours astray. Amen.
