However, the 8 hrs journey to Sydney was the shortest i would say thanks to my dear friend. During our college days, we had killed a whole night talking and updating each other on whatever happened in 1 week holiday that we were apart. So, recently when we met in d flight we had 5 months story to tell and thus in that 8 hrs journey, we managed to catch only little sleep. In fact, the very moment we settled down in our seats we became oblivious to the world around us. The poor guy who was seated next to us immediately put on his headphone and dozed off, trying to escape our torturous 'discussion'. Consoling each other on the various experience that we had gathered in these 5 months and laughing at each other's silliness relaxed me personally. That very moment it struck me, how much i have missed her. (If you are reading this, I missed you a lot and thanks for being a shoulder to cry on :))
Our stay there was very comfortable despite the itsy bitsy things which occasionally pissed me off. No major changes in Sydney in these 2 years except the transport fare which actually is a major change. The graduation went smoothly and i must agree that i was enveloped by a weird feeling the moment i got on to the stage to shake hand with the chancellor, may be it was a sense of accomplishment ? After graduation, i had good time in Sydney till i reached Malaysia.
Apart from the graduation, one thing i can never forget is my experience of being stranded in Seremban. After returning from Sydney, i had to report to work on the next day. Unlike usual, i wanted to take a bus from Seremban to Rompin. Much to my shock, once i arrived at Terminal 2 Seremban, i was told that i had to go to Terminal 1 and only 1 bus goes to Rompin from there. For a person who had never been to Seremban , that place was very alien for me. Already having to drag my monster luggage bag with some other bags, i was literally fuming when a few Indian guys there tried to irritate me. After walking up and down with the bags, i was told to take another bus to Terminal 1. There was a group of Indian guys again there with me waiting for the bus, occasionally teasing me . When the bus came, i struggled so much to carry those bags inside the bus, and of all the guys there was not a single gentleman offered a help especially the pranksters. That was so disappointing!
Then once i reached, Terminal 1 as i got to the aisle to get down a group of guys climbed into the bus pushing me aside. I was standing at the aisle holding on to the bags while people were so engrossed in getting into the bus, squeezing me to aside. At that time i was at the verge of bursting out still i tried to keep calm as i am not a person who can vent out anger in public. But those people had no civic awareness or whatever, and did not bother to give a space to get down from the bus. That was a sickening sight of Malaysians. So , i was stuck in the middle not being able to get down. Finally i burst out, shouted at the people reaaaaly loudly asking them to stop pushing and let me get down first. Imagine the whole 'night-market noise' died on the spot and there was a pin-drop silence. Then, i stumbled to get the bag when finally a young gentleman got the message and he came up took my bag and carried it down. At least there was a gentleman! I just don't understand our people's mentality. No civic awareness at all. Smoking in food outlets, spitting everywhere, and rudeness are very sickening. Well, back to the story. I could not get the ticket and had no one in Seremban. Panic stricken, finally i sought shelter with my brother, and had to skip work on Monday. That was too much drama for me to handle. And i learnt my lesson as well.
