Autumn...

Erm, finally its all over. Ramadhan left us for a while, for another year. Once again, I think it is still not too late to wish 'Selamat Hari Raya' to everyone, especially those who happen to read this entry. And 'maaf zahir batin' if I had done anything wrong.

Spring and Autumn, I always confused between these two very different season. Spring happens to be the most beautiful season associated with flowers, while autumn is a kinda 'mourning' season, where leaves leave their parent trees.

21 or 23 September, it is officially autumn. I am not very sure about the exact date of this, better go check in Wikipedia or somewhere else.

I learned Geography for 3 years since I was in form one till form three back in secondary school. This was my least favorite subject back then. Sleeping used to be my favorite thing to do during Geography session, especially when I was in form 1 when my teacher only came in my class and read the notes to be written down in our book.

Got A in exam for only 2 times, in my very 1st geog test in form 1 and the very last 1, the PMR in form 3. Mostly C in between. I wonder why the hell on earth geography was such a tricky subject for me back then.

Now, I love geography (I mean the one we learned for PMR) so much. Believe it or not, almost everyday I read articles about places in Wikitravel or Wikipedia.

Like before, always end up writing about something else, not about the 1 supposed to be written.

The message is that simple actually, to say that the autumn is about to arrive or already arrived. Autumn has its very own attraction, simply can be the best season. Because in autumn, it is not that cold and not that hot. In spring and summer, it is freaking hot while it is freezing cold in winter.

Lots of people asked me, why do I choose to damage my brain overseas. My answer is simple. Its much colder here. Yeah stop, I know that answer is such a childish one. But don't ask me to start it, I don't want to waste my energy and time typing a proper one.

Being in such a cold contition allow me to be smart. My teachers will love this part. In Malaysia, the students in school are obliged to wear uniform, long-sleeved shirt with neck tie, in a place where we can hardly call it class, its better be known as an oven. I used to be the one who loudly protested this. I was, and I think I'm still a protestant, the one who protest, not protestant the religion.

But now, where you can even go to class nude, I willingly wear a very nice shirt to class.