I just can't believe it. In just a nick of time, 2 years have passed. What have I been doing so far? Nothing much, I would have to say.
Well, maybe there is. At least I've made a few friends who will definitely leave an impact in my life. We studied together, probably referred to one another's assignments, and we teased and ran around the college like nobody's business. I truly believe it when they say all good things will come to an end one day because this is happening now.
12 March 2009. It will be the last day that I'll probably step into the exam hall (unless I fail any paper) and sit for the exam with my fellow friends. Seriously, I do enjoy going into the exam hall. I love watching how all of us sit together, cracking our brains to solve the questions and cursing the lecturer after the exam is over. It might sound a lil childish, but trust me, this is what we did most of the time. But, they're all coming to an end in just....less than two weeks?
To sum it up, one more presentation to go. Two more exam papers to sit. How sad can that be?
Nothing lasts. Not words, not anything. But memories.
Well, maybe there is. At least I've made a few friends who will definitely leave an impact in my life. We studied together, probably referred to one another's assignments, and we teased and ran around the college like nobody's business. I truly believe it when they say all good things will come to an end one day because this is happening now.
12 March 2009. It will be the last day that I'll probably step into the exam hall (unless I fail any paper) and sit for the exam with my fellow friends. Seriously, I do enjoy going into the exam hall. I love watching how all of us sit together, cracking our brains to solve the questions and cursing the lecturer after the exam is over. It might sound a lil childish, but trust me, this is what we did most of the time. But, they're all coming to an end in just....less than two weeks?
To sum it up, one more presentation to go. Two more exam papers to sit. How sad can that be?
Nothing lasts. Not words, not anything. But memories.