Dry.

Today is a frustrating day. I left my pendrive in my room, I couldn't connect to the university's wifi, the printing place in my faculty has computers with high levels of suckage and I am having biscuits and Milo for lunch. The moment I arrived back to my room, I dug out my emergencies-only chocolate bar, ripped the golden wrapping off and sank my teeth into it. It's not just today's crappy events that has been leaving me frustrated. It's the other things. The other bigger things. There is only so much suckage a person can handle and this is my limit. I even called my dad to hear his voice - a familiar voice and then, proceeded to cry at Chris.

I just want to hide in a hole for a week with ice cream and Milo but I can't. Because I still need to get that assignment printed.

Plus.

So, as of today, I am a student in University of Malaya. What can I say about Orientation Week is that the first few days were torturous; waking up at 4:30am and sleeping after 12am, running around UM (I fell and almost sprained my left foot that I previously sprained), screaming my lungs out, suffered from constipation because I was too tired to actually spare some time to excrete waste products from my body, being forced to wear the same two shirts for the whole week and leg muscles screaming in pain. Then, it became less stressful but still as tiring. The best part about Orientation Week however is whenever I'm at the Tunku Canselor Hall. The cheers by each college is something everyone should see at least once in their lives. It's the one of the best things I've ever experienced. The hall becomes fucking alive when every college is chanting their cheers and stomping the shit out of the floor and it's just amazing to be in the middle of that. I lost my voice and bruised my lap and hands because well, I cheered.

Truth be told, I don't know how private colleges or universities do their orientation week but I would never trade this for an orientation week in a private tertiary institution. Sure, I suffered from body aches and bruises and I lost my voice but the experience is something I truly cherish. I would go through it all over again just to be surrounded by thousands of people doing the same cheers and hand gestures when we do our Siswa UM cheer, without a fucking doubt.

Cereal.

I'm going off to university tomorrow. I've packed my stuff and I'm pretty sure I'm not moving an entire house worth of stuff into a cubicle sized room. Nah, I'm just kidding. I've never seen the room I'm about to live in for the next one year. I'm sure it's bigger than a cubicle.

It better be.

A bag full of clothes, a blue container half filled with food, a school bag with stationery and important documents, a bottle of water in case they forget to supply us with water, a Samsung bag with other miscellaneous items, and a pail filled with toiletries and other stuff plus pillows and shoes I copied and pasted into the picture with Paint.

Man, I'm good at editing. It's flawless!