Ke kuliah kita segera!

As I chatted with my dad on our way to Putrajaya this afternoon, I couldn't help noticing how quiet my brother was. Usually he would use every chance he got to menyampuk in what we call in our family hal orang tua.

I'm not surprised at all. In fact I pitied him. I've known that feeling all too well. It's when you wish that the car journey would never end. It's when you suddenly see everything in a light shade of rust, as if someone has sucked out all the fun of everything around you. It's when you feel some sort of emptiness together with a pang of anguish and sorrow.

Nobody who has been to a boarding school can escape from such feeling. No matter how you've enjoyed boarding school, the fact that you're leaving the comfort of your home, or maybe the comfort of not doing anything during the school holidays, will always give you that crappy feeling during your ride to school.

At first I thought when I left school in 2003, I would no longer suffer from this brief 'balik-asrama' syndrome. I mean, when I used to study in France, going back there has never been a problem to me since it's like going for an oversea's trip for the whole year, except that I had to sit for a couple of exams during my sejour. But now, 6 years down the road, I'm having the exact same feeling that I had everytime we were heading for Jasin.

I mean, who wouldn't dread going back to work after a 5 weeks break? Going back to work after a weekend is already dreadful, the dreadness of going back to work after a break shouldn't come as a surprise.

Bosan.