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Having a website is starting to demand too much of me. With each moment, I feel that I don’t even have the time to do anything other than doing my assigned programming project, math homework, lab report and computer-based homework. Every minute, I will be thinking of homework. Everyday, I do not think I even have the time to sleep and leave the worldly problem behind for a while.

Even if I sleep, I will not find bliss.

Perhaps, the only bliss that I could find is when death is upon me. Till then, my life is not mine to dictate but for time to wish and have.

Fall is here at last but I found it colder than last year. Everyday seems to start cloudily; rain seems to be omnipresent but yet, when the sun ray managed to cut through the dark clouds, the world suddenly changes from a dull place to a more vibrant environment. Breeze will be blown; trees will shed its leaves. The sound of the branches swaying makes me feel that I am free without any trouble to be really thought of. It really helps me to be calm.

Leaves will fall while to wind tries to bend the trees to its command. The trees will stand but the leaves will gracefully return to mother earth. To be in the middle of that situation could only be a blessing from God.

Once, I was at the Engineering Campus, on my way to a programming class. After a lunch eaten alone, I was walking down a street with nobody around; not even a car to pollute the pure air. There was nothing but birds singing merrily to one another, perhaps praising the beauty of the world. At that moment, unexpectedly, the sound of the birds singing was overwhelmed by a strong wind, a degree stronger than a breeze, blowing hard from a direction that I can’t recall accurately. The trees swayed but with hundreds of trees stand together, the breeze failed to fail the branches to its will. Nevertheless, the leaves fell and thus, my wonderment of why this particular season is called fall was again re-answered.
I stopped walking and savored the one moment all by myself. I just stood there, looked up to the huge blue sky and felt the sweetness of the wind. I had all it to myself. All, it was all mine alone.

That one time reminded me of the bliss that I have always searched. I have found it again and within minutes, I lost it and forever will be searching for it again. I know that I will find it again at another time but when, only God could answer that.

The wind stopped from blowing and the song started all over again. I was still standing there, clueless and found my mind emptied for a short moment. Things started to reenter my mind and everything was clear again. Everything.

ifstream inFile; inFile.open(“*.dat”); for(.) CV = Q, V = IR, the integration of electric field describes…

I sighed and walked toward my destination. Sigh…

What would I ask if I had only one wish?

What would I ask?

An eternal life? No. An eternal life will demand so much that I’d later wish that I had never even thought of it.

All of the world riches?

Maybe but money does not really provide happiness to the master of the rich. A rich man will have his worries later. He would wish that he had a simpler life, later.

What would I ask?

I could only ask for one thing.

I would only ask for one thing.

It is time, all of the time in the world; all of it to my own leisure.

I want the power to stop time. I want the gift of turning back time. I want the ability to see into the future. I want the strength over the time stream.

Time has never been my ally. All of the time, always, it searches for chances to strike me down, no matter hard I tried. I tried to be resilient but even the grandest mountain will bow to time. Who am I but a Human?
But what if I could control this foe of mine?

What would I do?

If I had the power to control time, I will stop it indefinitely. I will let it flows only when I desire it. Never once, I will make sure, never will it slips from my grip and be turned against me. Never, ever.

“A wishful thinking…”
– Prof. John Patrick Hayes,
Rm 1500, EECS Building, Michigan.

Perhaps, I am missing my old life so much.

In the middle of the misty morning in Ann Arbor, just after I managed to earn a full mark for my programming assignment, I could remember only one thing :

Bung wak bung wek wek,
Bung kak bung kek kek,
Who are we?
The Malay College,
Can’t you see,
Yeah.

I really miss those short years when life was not as hectic as now. I’m starting to miss all of my ex-classmates, ex-dormmates, ex-schoolmates, the teachers; the environment, the atmosphere. I miss the sight of the grand Overfloor, the smell of the old Big Tree, the sound of the cheering Collegians and the taste of foods served in the Carey Hall.
Well,

Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan
the leaders and best
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan,
the champions of the West!

To Koleq and to the Wolverines, may we emerge victorious.

p/s – about the food at the Carey Hall, I take that back.