Here comes Emancipation.
Have fun celebrating our 5oth National Day, and I shall be content with Garden of Eden achieving silver status of 25 posts. Which really isn't much at all, considering its roots of history dating back to what... nearly a year already. And at the rate some people are going, one post a day, it'll only take them 25 days to achieve what I done in 10 months! Bewildering, iznit?
And there's also the emancipation of some people ( some hooligans ) when they leave for further studies overseas. Let me reveal the latest casualty of Imperial Uni, my lab partner for less than a month, Kisharn. Well to be honest, I wouldn't say I was a teeny bit dissapointed due to the fact he decided to leave me with all the work ( Ervin being very supportive, in the moral sense only ) but really feeling a little loss because this is say,... the third time which I've seen him venture into different paths.
We grew up together in primary, mostly attending quizzes in various schools. How can it not be fun when we're given the opportunity to strut along the foreign surroundings of a different school? And their students will look in awe as you're escorted like VVIP's into the hall, lol. Soon came secondary, where he served a year as headprefect before he left for La Salle Klang after Form 2. I actually hoped he would stay, coz you see...he's a big guy. Two heads taller than me, and with power of being the student head, nobody touches me =P. He stands up for me when I needed someone too, of which I deeply appreciate.
Not that I didnt bother to keep in touch when he left, but we drifted apart somehow. And there was this gap of 3 years until I met him again, when I originally thought I wouldn't be seeing him anymore. There he was again at Taylor's, this time with his new found passion of futsal / basketball and his intensified obsession with F1 cars. We stuck together during the first 2 weeks of college, simply because of this little common link between us, that we were once in the same class. And when we start to know our respective classmates, there it went again. A year and a half of typical hi and bye's.
But there he was again, during that brief stint in Monash. If there was anything to feel homely with in this totally new and strange enviroment, is to have someone which you've known since a good decade ago. How the times have changed, and I thought what I once knew of him would be much less that what he was now. But really, this Kisharn person leaving to UK, is just exactly the same Kisharn that stood up for me many years ago. I daresay, you're still the good ol person I knew then =).
I have an announcement. Apparently, I'm gonna be Kong Leon's senior. O.M.G. Bumping into him yesterday when I was foolishly dropping paper boxes from higher floors was something that I would never have expected.
I'm going uni today. On Merdeka, on a freaking public holiday. And even on Saturday. What have we become. I'd like to wonder.
I've actually set aside a post revolving the tagline, what if I said, I had a wishlist. But considering how busy I am ( and will be), maybe a week from now. If I get through that killer week that is. If there is anything that would get me through, it would be most likely the darkest things, and magic number's love's a game playing through my head. Good night then, poof.
And there's also the emancipation of some people ( some hooligans ) when they leave for further studies overseas. Let me reveal the latest casualty of Imperial Uni, my lab partner for less than a month, Kisharn. Well to be honest, I wouldn't say I was a teeny bit dissapointed due to the fact he decided to leave me with all the work ( Ervin being very supportive, in the moral sense only ) but really feeling a little loss because this is say,... the third time which I've seen him venture into different paths.
We grew up together in primary, mostly attending quizzes in various schools. How can it not be fun when we're given the opportunity to strut along the foreign surroundings of a different school? And their students will look in awe as you're escorted like VVIP's into the hall, lol. Soon came secondary, where he served a year as headprefect before he left for La Salle Klang after Form 2. I actually hoped he would stay, coz you see...he's a big guy. Two heads taller than me, and with power of being the student head, nobody touches me =P. He stands up for me when I needed someone too, of which I deeply appreciate.
Not that I didnt bother to keep in touch when he left, but we drifted apart somehow. And there was this gap of 3 years until I met him again, when I originally thought I wouldn't be seeing him anymore. There he was again at Taylor's, this time with his new found passion of futsal / basketball and his intensified obsession with F1 cars. We stuck together during the first 2 weeks of college, simply because of this little common link between us, that we were once in the same class. And when we start to know our respective classmates, there it went again. A year and a half of typical hi and bye's.
But there he was again, during that brief stint in Monash. If there was anything to feel homely with in this totally new and strange enviroment, is to have someone which you've known since a good decade ago. How the times have changed, and I thought what I once knew of him would be much less that what he was now. But really, this Kisharn person leaving to UK, is just exactly the same Kisharn that stood up for me many years ago. I daresay, you're still the good ol person I knew then =).
I have an announcement. Apparently, I'm gonna be Kong Leon's senior. O.M.G. Bumping into him yesterday when I was foolishly dropping paper boxes from higher floors was something that I would never have expected.
I'm going uni today. On Merdeka, on a freaking public holiday. And even on Saturday. What have we become. I'd like to wonder.
I've actually set aside a post revolving the tagline, what if I said, I had a wishlist. But considering how busy I am ( and will be), maybe a week from now. If I get through that killer week that is. If there is anything that would get me through, it would be most likely the darkest things, and magic number's love's a game playing through my head. Good night then, poof.
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