it’s been quite a while i ever write sumthing more ‘interesting’ in this blog.maybe becoz i’m too much ‘preoccupied’ wif my another blog.honestly,i really want to write an interesting entry,but wif two young ones sitting beside u,trying to haf ur full attention,it’s really hard for me to concentrate.i dont know how i’ll gonna manage wif my own young ones later (sigh),i really have no amount of patience like my sister do,seriously..(glad it will be long time b4 i haf my own family)..still,they are good kids.

went to my college yesterday to submit my practical report and log book. when i set my foot there,i realized how much i missed the smell of the lecture’s hall,the convo’s hall,the coop,the hostel’s room,the library,the brief walk to every classes (although i always skipped the 8 am classes or those which always successfully manage to dozed me off all the way through the lecture ehehe).i miss the 56 bus,the tanjau one,those teddies at air itam,kerepeks,the jawa food (tempe),the asam pedas.i miss the lectures too,our labs,the time i used to hang aroud wif friends there (pyan gelas besar,the summit,bp mall),everything..

i missed me being a student.it’s not that working was not fun,but i’m so much me during my degree time.i dont care how ‘miskin’ i was,the important thing is i was happier.i can do everything that pleased me most.i missed myself being a brilliant student,so good in subject even how much i hate to revise.i realized i was becoming lazier during my third year which screwed up my pointer n my student’s life so much.n that’s the the reason y i don fancy having my convo day.not much becoz of the pointer,but becoz my another two years were empty.i was more like proving i am too stupid to be an engineer.i really hate myself during that period.

i missed my school time.during that days,eventhough i wasnt the straight A’s scorer,i still proud of myself as i did haf talent n scored in subjects that i luv most.i missed having a chat wif ‘those’ people,who can ’see’ what i ’see’,who understand what i understand.who knew how to argue n to discuss well wif me.i missed the laughter i used to haf long ago,those jokes which ‘tickle’ me to ‘death’.being a grown up,haf so much to worried abt,calculated every ‘moves’,think abt everything!as if the body can be split into pieces.i missed those day where my priority was my happiness n making others happy,now i only haf the courage to make others happy.hurmmm..

p(^_^)q

gambaru!