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my convocation was…bittersweet.

It felt final, but in a good way, like a big-bang way of concluding this season of my lifea milestone. And as I sat there, I couldn’t help but wonder if I made the most of it. All 3 years of it. I can still remember the first time I stepped into that hall. It was orientation week and we were all in those silly scarves we were forced to wear, their way of tagging us as freshies. And we didn't enter that hall again, until yesterday. ‘Cept that this time, we were all in our robes and instead of that silly scarf, we proudly donned our faculty sash on our shoulders (just coz ours is in the nicest colour- platinum.fineeeee, silver. And so we get to laugh at the others in green and orange *sniggers* ). I wonder if it symbolizes something. (like you enter wearing some ugly scarf coz you is the newbie and not pro yet, and then you leave wearing a sash?? Get it? Fiiiine. Nvm.)

3 years. There were the ups and downs, the good times and the not so good ones. Did I make the most of it? I think I gave it my best shot (maybe not academically *upps?* hehe). Of course, there are the odd things that I wish had turned out slightly better, but then again, I won’t do it all any differently if it means not being able to be who I am today had I done it any other way.

The people we came across or worked with, the friends we made, and the few especially-special bonds forged. The impact different ones made, the footprints left, the memories etched- the essence of campus life. And summed up in words only used too often: it is definitely once in a lifetime.

Time really can fly, no? I can’t believe how vividly I still can recall my first day in campus. That nervous feeling, that lost look, that scrambling throng of people trying to hunt down familiar faces. Then came the dragging of feet to class and the last minute rush to complete assignments. Not to mention the late night (or super early morning) snacks as futile attempts at staying awake during the ‘crap-if-i-don’t-get-it-in-by-tonight-i-might-as-well-die-during-the-exam’ study sessions.

I can’t believe we are really finally old enough. I can’t believe I finally am wearing that suit I pictured and admired as a little girl. I can’t believe it’s all over. I can’t believe I can finally say I made it out alive! I can’t believe that graduating actually means so much to me, that it is really that big a deal. I can’t believe I’m finally here

These past 5 months, there were times when I wished that I was back in campus and I’m sure there will be more of those wishful thinking times to come. It doesn’t mean I’m not excited about the future, but I miss all those times spent (or more like having the time to spend) with the yous (both from and out of campus, and yesh, this includes the yous who are overseas) who made my uni-life one to cherish and remember. You all know who you are, THANK YOU!

Mum and Dad, I hope I made you guys proud in fact, I hope I made you all proud

Mwah!

(p/s: thanks yous who made it on tuesday too! and the yous for the wishes and gifts!)

ruting

it SERIOUSLY only rains like this in kl. the lightning especially *shudders*

back home, lightning = flashes of light way up in the sky.

here, they run in super scary super bright streaks!!! you can even make out where they strike *shudders again*

forgive the exaggeration. but i is scared of kl lightning.

and i've been trying to figure something out for my project, but i've been hitting dead ends for the past couple of hours. 

*i wanted to write something else here, but just didn't have the heart to*

ruting

it's been ages since i last blogged! sowee!!

i was only in the office for like one day last week. hehe. not an excuse i realise.."like what happened during the weeks before that then?" k, k, k, soweeeeeee!

revo was a blast!! though i wasnt feeling too great for the first half of it. still. didnt stop me from dancing! and praise God that it all turned out so well!! coz we changed the ending on the night before the actual performance day and never reali practiced the full dance on stage also.got la..a few very rushed times. but we got someone to video it for us and it actually looks good!  hehehe

well, besides work, nearly every night leading up to the revo conference was spent in church either practising or helping out or in kuantan!!! k, that was just two days, but i was a part of the revo kuantan team!

my rotation with the supply/demand department is over, and i'm in marketing now~! got my assignment project (just coz it sounds more pro :D) earlier. i have my OWN projectttt~!!! *wheeee!!* it's basically all about market research and coming up with a marketing plan for a particular product for the whole of next year. i shall reveal what the product is if the finalised marketing plan includes most of my ideas so kiasu kan? but too bad la. coz i'm pretty sure you guys at the very least have heard about it before wan..cehwahhh..lol..unless you guys live in jungles or sumthing..(OI! UPM not jungle k, evil evil minds *tsktsk*)

nwys, this year's merdeka celebration efforts are like..so non-existent..? not like i'm super patriotic or anything, but still..maybe they're just too busy setting up stupid random road blocks? *oops? lalala..

and thanks to jasonthebanana, the song A Beautiful Mess is stuck in my head..jason mraz just has a way with words, just like someone else i know..but that's not the point  the song just has this way of describing a girl. beautiful (duhh. the title.), honest, and real. oh, and that certain line i will sing one day    

and to you sayangs, personal post coming up, pwomisee!!

ruting

Hope: wishful thinking in confident expectation based on the certainty of God, out of which springs faith and love.

Pr Alex spoke on hope. coincidence? i think not.

it was quite a last minute decision but i thank God i made it to Passion Conference it was *AWESOME*

...

God, You are Lord.

You deserve no maybe's.

yes, i will wait.

ruting

You know I've been thinkin' a whole lot lately
About what's been and what awaits me
It takes all I've got to give what life demands
You'll go insane if you give in to it
Life's a mill and I've been through it
I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands

Oh and these northern nights they're dreary
And my southern eyes are teary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus
He'll love and guide and lead us
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong

If I'll keep looking to the father
Keep our heads above the water
While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong
-Dolly Parton (i prefer archuleta's cover)

country, sings all i want to say

lol.sounds like a song my parents would blog about (IF they had one la..mum actuali had one but that's another story)

and yes.me is emo.