5th May, 2002 - 5th May, 2007
Its been 5 years since I first step foot here on UTP ground. The days has passed me by so quickly I feel cheated, relieved and sad all at once.
Sometimes I'd be having lunch with sara and we'd bitch in a reminiscing-let's laugh at it manner about people and how they were like during the special semester and compared them to how they carry themselves now. Some things changed, while others remained the same. Thats when I sit wondering how much I have changed as a person, has it been good, bad or is it possible to not change at all?
Alone with myself, I'd think of all the people who entered and left my life in graceful, if not otherwise hurtful ways. Do they still think of me too? I have always loved the view I get from my room window. In Village 3, I'd spend hours just sitting, observing people waiting patiently for their loved ones to come and pick them up. Some boyfriends were always late, I'd recongnize the late cars. Whilst others would always end up waiting for their girlfriends for hours. I know their plate numbers too. Hawhaw. Guess which one I was in?
When in Village 5, I started adopting the habit of waking up real early. I'd pretend the trees are accompanying me and we await the rise of the sun together. I'm going to miss the trees. Although they spook me so when I am jogging alone out in the back.
In just a mere 2 weeks I will have to part to all this that has been my home of 5 years. I know I will be miserable. But the familliar plate numbers that I know have been decreasing. They have left me here alone. And now, it is my turn to leave and make room for all the other new players coming into the scene.
So I brace myself for the bittersweet adieu to come.
Sometimes I'd be having lunch with sara and we'd bitch in a reminiscing-let's laugh at it manner about people and how they were like during the special semester and compared them to how they carry themselves now. Some things changed, while others remained the same. Thats when I sit wondering how much I have changed as a person, has it been good, bad or is it possible to not change at all?
Alone with myself, I'd think of all the people who entered and left my life in graceful, if not otherwise hurtful ways. Do they still think of me too? I have always loved the view I get from my room window. In Village 3, I'd spend hours just sitting, observing people waiting patiently for their loved ones to come and pick them up. Some boyfriends were always late, I'd recongnize the late cars. Whilst others would always end up waiting for their girlfriends for hours. I know their plate numbers too. Hawhaw. Guess which one I was in?
When in Village 5, I started adopting the habit of waking up real early. I'd pretend the trees are accompanying me and we await the rise of the sun together. I'm going to miss the trees. Although they spook me so when I am jogging alone out in the back.
In just a mere 2 weeks I will have to part to all this that has been my home of 5 years. I know I will be miserable. But the familliar plate numbers that I know have been decreasing. They have left me here alone. And now, it is my turn to leave and make room for all the other new players coming into the scene.
So I brace myself for the bittersweet adieu to come.
