Old Roommates

Well, my temporary job as a part-time language instructor at a local university has finally come to an end, and I have approximately 28 days left to enjoy whatever's left of my holidays. I'm still quite undecided about the next step, although plans have been set in motion and it's only a matter of time before I really have to let more people know.

All this thinking about my future really has me thinking about the past. Ironic, I know, but it's true: my thoughts wandered back to a time when life was more simple, just a matter of waking up, going for lectures, completing assignments, and sitting for exams. And to think I thought that stage of life was complicated. So I decided to meet up with my old roommates. Not that they're literally old, but they were the very first roommates I had when I first entered university. So on Wednesday morning, we met at Hartz Chicken Buffet at Sarawak Plaza for lunch. I ate to such a point that I thought my stomach was literally going to explode, and it took a good hour or so of walking around to finally get rid of that bloated-I'm-gonna-puke-all-over-the-pretty-floor feeling. We also did a lot of catching up, just talking, laughing and reminiscing over our mischievous antics back when we were younger and much more naive. It was a good thing the place was quite empty, or we would have annoyed them out of the place, we were that noisy. So here are some pictures from that day:

We've made some plans to meet up in about a month's time, in some very far-off and foreign place (relatively speaking). Here's to manic memories of the past and more exciting escapades in the near future! Cheers!

Update!

I can't believe it's almost 2 whole months since I last blogged. The lazy bug has really hit hard this time, and at times I've even forgotten that I have a blog! So I guess it's time for a short and sweet update.

My temporary job is almost coming to an end. It's been 4 months of working as a part-time instructor at a local tertiary institution, and at times I've wanted to scream and cry. Conclusion? I don't think lecturing's the job for me. Which brings me to the same old crossroads. What do I want to do next? And no, I still don't have the answer. And my mind's not made up yet. I still don't know if I want to pursue my postgraduate studies either. Remember the lazy bug I mentioned earlier? Same old insect. I've received offers of admission from three different universities and am still waiting for a reply from one more. Two of these would be quite improbable options without a scholarship of some sort, which leaves the other two. One of the things holding me back is the same question of what I would do after I complete my postgraduate studies, if I so choose to re-enter the university life. I don't want to come out two years from now - older and hopefully much wiser - and still have to face the same old dilemma that I'm facing now. It'll be like going back to square one after hitting the pause button for two whole years. And if I choose to work? That's a whole other can of worms. I'm still waiting for news of my posting, and the way I see it, almost everyone of my friends who have been posted have all been posted far away from their homes, in some near-interior region of their home state. And you know what a homebody I am.

So what to do, what to do, what to do? I'm still waiting for the next best thing. And I guess I'll just continue waiting. And I'll try to blog more often in the process.

Cheers people!