P/S: Add up the three notes. 100+100+100=300 ;)

I. The Past

One month ago.

It was a sunny day, a very very hot day. It is the orientation week for the freshies. While being in a Student Council, I hold the responsibility to handle them for their first week here. I only came there to set up all the technical devices needed for the next slot, until I went out after finishing all of them.

While wandering around the foyer of the hall, a taxi came by. A woman, about 40 years old, a boy, and probably her son came out of the taxi. But, the mood turns melancholic in a sudden, as I saw the boy had his right hand wrapped with a white cloth. His arm was fractured. I remember what one of the lecturers said about a new trainee that will come here, but might be late for some days. This is all because one week before, he had an accident in his hometown.

As I was the only one at the foyer, I offered myself to assist them to register her son to the institute. I escorted them all the way to the HEP, the Financial Department, the Koperasi, the Dorm Management, and finally, his room, located at the second floor on the last block.

When we went out to escort the boy, something terrible had happened. The woman's wallet was gone!

I start to feel panic already, as they are from Sabah, far away from here. Another thing is, the boy will have another operation tomorrow regarding his fractured arm. So, we split up and searched on every place that we visited previously. I walked around, asked every lecturers and staffs I met, and gone around the institute for three times.

It is 4.30 pm, and my co-curricular meeting is about to begin soon. As I run back to the hostel, I found both of them at the foyer of the hall where they were dropped off just now. Then, I tried to convince the woman that the wallet will be found soon. She said to me that she can still report it to the police, and she can make a new identity card.

My tears began to fall. I never expected to meet such a strong mother, that is willing to sacrifice anything just to make sure that her son is here. They are about to go out again and stay in a hotel waiting for tomorrow's operation. Placing my Red Crescent hat on my head, I shook their hands tightly, and went to the meeting with tears falling.

During the meeting, I still can't concentrate. I'm wondering how will the woman go back to her hometown with no identity card on her side?

It was until, the dorm management team called me outside. They found it, at their office.

I was glad, that I can't hold my tears anymore. All my prayers for the wallet to be found was granted. They even called the woman just now to have the taxi turn back to the institute and redeem the wallet.

I went back to the meeting again, and received a SMS. "You are a good senior. XD"

That is my first time in my life, I experience this tight bond between a junior and a senior.

II. The Present

Recently.

A week ago, while waiting for flight to Kuala Lumpur at Miri Airport, I went to an ATM machine, and withdraw some money. Unfortunately, that is the worst day in my life. The ATM card got "swallowed" by the machine.

I was petrified. I'm going to KL only with the cash I have in my wallet.

In the whole time in KL, I was supposed to do some shopping spree, but it turns out to be the survival of the fittest. The cheapest are taken, and low quality items are acquired. The worst trip to KL ever, but...

I met someone whom I really wished for long...

Who's it gonna be? Wait for the next post! ~ ^^

P/S: I've redeemed my card after came back from KL. That was the worst shopping spree ever. ==

III. The Future

Next year.

Semester 5. It is the beginning for the final phase of a senior. Moving out from dorm.

Beginning next year, we had enough of wasting electricity, internet line, and water supply from the dorm. It's time to find a house, and move out, where we had to survive for 2 years in order to finish the course.

Temptations come as I tried to save the money from the bank to go into the wallet. Gunplas, handphones, gadgets, gizmos,... everything is tempting. Despite having about four thousand ringgits for each semester, all goes off wasted for fees, foods, and more. It's really hard to control the financial. Still, as long as plans are in place, proper plan execution is possible.

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Three stories, three timelines, three outcomes.

My summary for early July.

Sorry if I haven't blogged in a while, it's all because of higher levels in my degree...

I had to reduce the blogging time, and if anyone un-followed this blog,

(My followers dropped significantly from 50+ to 40+)

I want to thank you for giving an awareness to me,

That activeness is the key to blogging. ~ ;3

P/S:

I was off at Kuala Lumpur from 7-11 July 2011 attending a conference known as Young Teachers' Convention. Subsequently, on 12-13 July 2011, I attended an Inner Audit Course in Miri. Tomorrow, I'm gonna have a social trekking at a village in Bekenu until this 24th July 2011.

Such a busy student. =w="

KEIICHI NIWA = Student + Student Council + Inner Audit + Gunpla Meister + Blogger + Deviant + Facebooker + Tweeter + Short Story Writer + Page Admins + ... etc etc etc ~~ @w@

Ciaossu. ~ xoxo ~