Although, what I called the past is actually my college time which hasn’t been a year passed.
My, college friend, Dee, paid a visit to my kost room last Monday. She spent a night, because she had this test at AI company the following day. And as the night came, we started to reminisce our time in college that oddly feels like a long time ago, at least for me. Catching with the stories of people we know, the lecturers, the courses (that, as we came to conclusion, doesn’t leave a single added value to our knowledge & skill…). The glorious 3 first years & the precious last year of college, when all we did was having fun, skipping class, hanging out at malls & campus. When life didn’t feel real & the only burden is something you called skripsi (which in the end you forgot why you considered it a burden). And they’re all not coming back. They will last as memories that will slowly fade as you grow old.
Shame….
But it’s such a nice escape to relive those times, pretending we can still have them. Being an escapist for a moment before reality strikes back and life’s a shit again. No wonder people love reunions (not if their memories feel like a nightmare, of course).
Well, can’t wait to see my friends back in Bandung. Actually, two of my friends called two days ago, asking if I would be in Jakarta this Saturday because they have this interview at this TAF company in Sunter, but I said I wouldn’t. Well, I was planning to go home to Bandung Friday night but cancelled it because I couldn’t finish a report for Monday morning meeting. Now, I feel sorry not letting them stay over at my kost room. Maybe that one night is a perfect dose to heal my comfort-zone-addict problem. You know, gives me back the energy while not making me such a pathetic escapist. Hope so.
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