I’m one week earlier than the rest, before the semester starts and it’s for the beloved I’MEC 05 programme I’m involved in…. and the truth is, I did not regret having to be back in campus early…meeting all the nice and cool people again, I kinda miss the people involved in I’MEC during the hols. And it’s fun being with them. And the most important thing is, I have something to do here!! Back at home, all I did was watch TV and played games whole day long….ok, I did some chores but still…..I watch TV more!! What a blissful ignoramus life indeed. But I like being busy….only at the moment, I’m still at a blur of the things that I left here, a lot of catching up and getting the busy vibe, and I have yet to clean up my room!

I checked my results yesternight and alhamdulillah, I got A- for my Intro to Psych and B+ for my Social Stratification which was a HUGE relief because of that worriness over losing 13 marks for mistaken answers!! And I’m also relief that even though I had been busy throughout the whole of semester 3, I managed to get good marks for the exams, maybe it’s because both the subjects are in English, not to say my English is good, but if it had been Arabic subjects, less probability of getting an A and B, but then again, I think I can still manage either way. Whatever. And now I’m so ready to go for classes and make myself indulge in books again. I’m actually hyped and eager to go to classes~ I can say that semester 3 had seen some of the better days. Adit, interfaith dialogue, i-mec, presentations, assignments, lessons, motivational camp, confidence, responsibilities, and ok, guys. A different perception towards guys, that is. That now I realise that a pretty face doesn’t guarantee near perfection and that personality plays a better role for the x-factor. (And the only and the first ever guy, a senior, that I have much admiration to, not crush, is taken, which is kinda sad). I have friends and they all change my way of looking at people and the most hardest thing would be to not judge a book by its cover. I’m still learning at that. Everywhere and everyday is learning learning learning. But I love it. I love this gift of life.

And oh yeah, another thing to point out: All the good guys are taken, it’s always like that~ if they are not, then there’ll be a queue for them and they treat everyone the same, so that you won’t know which might be a special to him. And it’s just not me to be among those who run for the attention from a guy. Good guys or not, I’m grateful to have friends of diversity and I admire my seniors and truly sad that this semester, most of them would be graduating!! And at that, I’m sad and afraid of losing the memories that I had with them. The journey of life, you walked, you saw, you remember and when you looked back, they are out of sight and the pain of remembering them and of no turning back, no reversing of time, it makes me more grateful of what I had seen and living what I live. Thank you God.