Contemplation on Freedom.

Upon embarking on a solitary journey, the thirst for freedom intensifies. No more of my parents telling me what to do, no more of teachers telling what to complete and no one to judge me. I rule my life the way I want to live. It sounds tempting, exhilarating, exciting and well just care free. 

But relationships are bearing me down and dampening my spirit. Let me soar! Let me run free into the forest like a wild boar. It doesn't matter if I occasionally run into a massive trunk and injure myself because all that matters is that I'm living my life for myself now. The thought of being able to make a decision without having to consider anybody into the picture sounds soooooo delicious. I may sound selfish but I rather recognise it as yearning to explore freedom at its best. I'm young, vibrant, curious and healthy; so why can't I use this opportunity now to squeeze the juice of life that can quench my ever growing hunger? 

So let me be......

Freedom does not only bring more responsibility, but it brings loneliness as well. As you slowly cut the strings that attach you to your weighty objects in life, you will slowly venture into the world of loneliness. Imagine that you are balloon being tied to metal weight. As someone cuts the strings, you slowly float into the bright blue sky. The colours of the sky and the picturesque view beneath you overwhelm you for awhile  but as you float higher and higher into the sky, the land becomes a tiny dot and before you know it, you are surrounded by the deafening silence of the sky and  the azure blue surrounding you echoes the loneliness in your heart.   Freedom comes with a big price and my dear friend, you have to be prepared for it. Freedom in my point of view, comes with the assumptions of  self-sufficiency.

You just have to decide how much freedom you would want in life and how much you are willing to pay for it. There is no concept such as a free lunch. Everything in life boils down to opportunity cost. 

A New Beginning Calls for a New Slate

At long last, I am here in Sydney. After all the procrastinations, failure, toiling, playing, slothing and etc, I have embarked on my own journey of completing my Bachelor Degree overseas. A journey which acts as a bridge that connects my past to my future, teenage hood to adulthood, and family hood to single hood. A lot has changed but I remain.

I have yet to speak in Aussie slang which I don't fancy so much. I yap with the purest Malaysian accent and I do it with pride. = )

Uni life is amazing. It's cliche I know but you can never get far from the truth. You have thousands of opportunities to excel and grow as an individual but if you still manage to remain static through out your Uni life then you are considered pretty pathetic. ; P 

Everything is different here but there is nothing that I couldn't adapt to or much appropriately stay oblivious to. I hang around in my own fantasy world more than reality, hence the seclusion and the in-differentness. 

I have made friends with a fellow uni-lodger in my apartment. First there is Isha- the young, roving and intelligent Indian girl. Secondly there is Hareesh- the hyperactive aspiring doctor. Then there is Maid and Abdul from Saudi. I could never get away from the nightly game session consisting of monopoly or uno card, infectious Arabic music blasting on the car stereo each time we step into the ride, incessant petty arguments between the two indians or the saudis and the indians or the scratching fight between the Malaysian and the Indian dude. Apart from that, I have spectacled romance blossoming and along with that romance, disappointment and heart breaks tail behind. Life with these people never gets dull. My life is akin to the soap opera called The Beauty and the Bold. 

That's my update for now on. Shall write more when I have more things to talk about. Taaaa