meet and part
Alhamdulillah… everything has finished. Research paper and notecards have been submitted. Woa.. I stayed up until 4.30 am this morning to finished everything. Yay for last-minute work. But I was not the only one who stayed up. I think the whole PPOU did. Some didn’t even sleep at all. Oh, I couldn’t tahan like that…
I have paid the owe, however. I slept this afternoon until 3.30 pm. Actually I wasn’t really sleepy. I was having.. um.. time of the month. Painful. Today, I swallowed 10 tablets of panadol. I know we cannot consume more than 8 a day, but I just couldn’t bear. Hope nothing bad happens. Nothing bad will happen.
Tonight, we, the 6 malay girls from Helium (look at the pic below) will have our own pillow talk. One of us is going to ‘graduate’ this 27th of May. We will part. Oh, how time flies. It’s already a year since we first met. And it’s a wonder how we can be as close as now.
3rd sem, actually, won’t be fun without some who are going off to Australia… this PPOU won’t be the same… huhu.. sedih…
(break before pillow talk)
……
(continue in da morning…)
Meeting and parting…. It’s a must. If we meet, we will part. If you don’t want to part, don’t meet at all, la… well, that’s practically impossible. It’s one of the painful experience that will help us grow up… be more stoic in handling this kind of thing….
Don’t worry, we’ll meet again. But things won’t be the same. Will never be…
We are going to suffer in the 3rd Sem… with just 36 of us left… Cannot imagine how dreadful that can be… people who are not attending PPOU won’t know what happened and what will happen…. the truth is, we are a dreadful lots. Haha. I’ll save this story for later… when I think I’m ready…
Adela hikmahnye… but it’s sure tough…
Everyone is going off… our tutor, he’s going to S’pore to pursue his master programme in NTU.
half of my class are going off… means, in the 3rd sem there may be class reshuffles..
I am not that close to the students in the next class. We have been together for about a year, but we barely know each other. That’s pitiful. My fault, too, not really socializing with them. Next sem is like, meeting them for the first time if we ended up in the same class.
and with only 5 months left…(3rd sem duration)
now.. 8 months before we all will depart…
it feels surreal.
I cannot believe yet that I am going overseas. The reality hasn’t sunk it.
But I am afraid. I know I shouldn’t put my hopes high. There’s probability that I cannot go… some unavoidable circumstances… don’t know yet. So better not to think of it.
I have to go 
. I want to go somewhere. Prepare myself for a program. Maybe I’ll continue later.
