So I finally finished my degree level and counting my days in this lovely town of Shah Alam. It's a pretty emotional days to live, you know, considering how awesome I've been for the past two and a half years here.
Next step is to pack my stuffs, find myself a small but comfortable room at a very reasonable price, also a number of hangable lads who don't mind listen to my shit all night long and then, to start things all over again. First thing first, I need to find myself a well paid job.
This is the part that worried my mom the most. She kind of always stressing out that she didn't really see of where my future lies. Yeah, I don't too.
Both my younger brother and sister was into the teaching profession which mean that they were guaranteed a job right after their graduation. Or two month after, that was the very least. My brother have already celebrating his first salary last month while I was here, asking my girlfriend a few bucks for the thesis printing cost.
You see, it was all written but never will I blame Him.
My future, I believed that it was really up to me to choose mine. My call. And if I fall, it wasn't of Him. It's either because I didn't foot myself on where it should be or I misjudged my fucking step. Maybe I missed the 'wet floor' sign. Some monkeys irresponsibly threw this banana peels away, no?
I made a life of my own. And I will fight for it the same way I've ruined it. Even harder.
I shall start by being a fucken atheist. May I?