Gone are the days that when I stand in a crossroad, I always prefer to go to the right side. Now I tried to use the left path not because it is the only option that I have left. It’s because the right is not right anymore. The false dilemma is then shattered. And so, there was silence.
Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a life-and-death related decision nor a national issue that everyone has to care. Somehow I got tired of fiction so I wanted to write something this time. I have a tendency though to be easily carried away by my emotions and my thoughts drift from north pole down to the bottom of the equator (Feelin’ some apparent examples, huh?). This is just about my new official home in the university. From almost 4 year of stay in Rajah Dumduma Hall (RD), I have now switched to its better half, Rajah Solaiman Hall (RS). It’s too hard to accept t fact and adjust in my world world. But I’m already here. There’s no turning back.
I know somehow that boys’ dormitories are girls’ nightmares. When you actually reside in RD, you would be eventually be living in Hades’ premises. Even worse. Despite the treasured memories I have left in RD, someone doesn’t want me to stay there anymore. Let’s not just try to widen some narrow-minds. Those minds aren’t garter. They are dull and inelastic so they’ll break. Others laugh at me thinking that I might have caused some serious trouble kicking me out of my old dorm. Come on! I didn’t do any harm. You can ask anyone there in RD except from their diabolic king and you’ll hear nothing. It pains me to think that I wasn’t allowed to stay there anymore because of… wait! Because of what? Only God knows. I still packed my things up and left the dorm not because of tolerance. It was because I pity the fiend. Going down to his level is worse than being buried in the ground alive. Pathetic as it may seem, others don’t think that he still has hope. I’m starting to adhere too.
To cut the long story short, I finally registered myself in Rajah Solaiman Hall. It’s just inches away from RD (they’re just one dorm before but divided later on). I met its manager who’s smart, eloquent and considerate. He’s totally the diabolic king’s opposite. I would admit I prejudiced RS before. I admit my mistake. People here are not troublemakers like I heard. Their beds don’t shake. Their guards do their real jobs. They have to TV’s for all to watch. The real scholars are here (I have nothing against RD scholars though, peace!). And they all seem like a family here with a real father.
Case closed. I just need more weeks to prove to myself that RS is gazillionth times better than RD. But right now, it’s a big Y-E-S!
How can you say no when you finally got out of hell?#
[DISCLAIMER: This is nonsense really! I’m writing this around 12:30 a.m. All you can read id the madness. I just want to write the anger out. I just want to write. No one can prevent me to do that. I will bite if someone will. ]
