"Okay people, its more than enough.2 hours is just
ended"
as Mr Thaya said this,it signified the final was seem to be over.
Yes.Its over and frankly,the parts are eventually easier than I thought and hopefully I would obtain higher marks this time since I did sucks in my last probability test.durg
h..who cares?
I packed my stuffs.Library and printed the cards.Cut,laminated and finally sent it to Miss Mas as well to the dean
"Wow,its beautiful"alleged Mr Buemweester.
"Thanks!"I was even speechless and I felt terribly happy as the Dean is loving my cards.
yes,i know.its cool!
"Im going home!"
Home.
Its going to be only a typical journey to home.I thought to myself.Subang will always be Subang.Jams,traffics,buses and trucks.Across the line and traffics,the sun bright as the brightest it may and exhausted devastated in my vertebral.
Que,coins and coupons exchanged.Have my sit and open my books.By the moment it reached KL Sentral,buzz the annoying-monotone-red button and next took LRT and finally I greeted my maid.
But,magically not today,its different.Something happened and making me realized.Life sometime can be appeared different,but still,you accomplished the mission with a very same product and it even better.
I'm thinking of going back
home as soon as i made my way out from the ADP building.I reached my phone and started buzzing Min and Rizal.
Ohh,he's at KLCC.
I whispered to myself."Iqbal,start saving money!"
I refused to myself and keeping myself discouraged to spend
my money.
I waited my bus with my only iPod ;my true friend indeed
.Ohh,shit!I'm wearing blacks today.STUPID!It was terribly hot!
I soon got the bus and headed to KL Sentral.
nothing much in the bus,actually.
Then,I took LRT.And this part that made it a total different.
Well,don't imagined yourself to get a sit in this particular period.because it is going to be very packed and tide.You are just lucky enough to make yourself in it as the first train arrived.
And for that, i guess myself is lucky.
I stood up and taking my Kinsella's to read.Im a bit sturggling myself to read at such situation but at least I tried to use my time wisely.aargh..really?
LRT arrived at Pasar Seni and there is a sit available for me.It was unoccupied but still,
I didn't see anyone trying to sit there and i don't know why and it really dont keep myself in wary
I could barely see an old man next to the sit."erm,he looks like A.Samad Said"
He was reading a book.
He wore spectacles.
He carried a little hand green bag Times which symbolized his readness.
He is a Malay and he has white beard.
He is old.
i was enjoying listening Halo and suddenly,the man reacted with me.
"Hey boy,come and sit next to me"
Frankly,I came to a surprise to listen his astounding diction of English.
Sorry for being stereotypic,but nowadays it seemed to very-very hard to see some old Malay
men speaking in English.
"Ohh,never mind.Its for others."I answered horribly.
Anyway,my horrible answer is suddenly started a strong conservation bet
ween me and him.Like Im knowing him more than 5 years.
"Ohh,i can see Taylor's"
Yes,Im wearing Taylor's today as it was the last day of exams and there is no other t-shirt that i can even wear for today.The fact is ; Im wearing Taylor's today
He then continued "Doing which program?ICPU,American or A Level?"
Ohh this man knew more than I thought
"Im doing American program,doing major in Actuarial Science"
"It sounds practical.but, i can see Kensillas there"
"ohh,its for creative reading."
Ohh,i dont want to say this but abruptly those marshal appointed out from me.
"I love deep and abstract and I loved to be creative as well"
"Boy,sometime we appeared to be very creative and love those abstract,but actually inside us,we are truly practical"
"Agree?"
"Grrr.."I replied
"Always speak in English but,custom and culture,will always be one of the priority."he continued.
"yes, im agree"i retorted after a sudden blank.
"People don't judge your creativity and practicality.But,they do see your combination between two persona of yourself.You then judged it yourself next."
I let myself thinking for a while and I then asked
"Thanks for your words.But,how do you judge your creativity and practicality."
"i asked Above"he made himself looking up.
"Dang Wangi"
"Oh boy,its my destination.I want to take monorails from here.Take care of yourself and see you in the near future.Rajin-rajin belajar"
At last, I can hear his Malay.
After thanking him and seeing he made his way out from the LRT.
I asked myself
"who is him?"
he is so motivated.And even after a short talk with him,i can feel the aura of his words whispering in me.
"Boy,sometime we appeared to be very creative and love those abstract,but actually inside us,we are truly practical"
I am a bit agree with this.Yes, I loved arts but deep inside me,Im truly practical.
Im enjoying doing add maths instead of creative maths.
I loved to discover tone instead of listening to new songs
I adored to sing only with lyrics
I did my organization list
I listed my stuffs.
ooo.Now,I can see how practical i am.
As soon i arrived home.i quickly surf the internet and google his name.
and surprisingly, it was HIM.Yes,its him.
he once talked with me.
