I wish I wouldn't be another student who's going to complain about coming back to Uni. We're lucky enough to come back for Uni, aren't we? But you know what, I am! I am going to complain! Okay maybe rant is a nicer term. TERM. that word reminds me of Uni. First TERM. October 5th. *WAILS*
the past few days i've been seeing people groan about coming back to lectures and everything, so I guess that reminded me where i'll be next monday and i just can't really be joyful at the thought of leaving this comfortable place and return to early mornings, quickie breakfast and frantic walks to lecture rooms and wait for the hour to roll and wait for the next lecture to come round. don't i paint a lovely picture. but i guess, it'll get easier. i mean yea it will. starting might just be a bit rough. and especially my brilliant and stubborn self going back at the last date possible, so i'll most likely be in cold turkey. like no time to transition from lazy to basically ready.
and what sets me *more* off is my new timetable. i would change it. here's why. i finish slightly late on friday (yes, i even have fridays :( ) and then i have a 9AM MONDAY. i mean come on right? oh and you guys know what. i only have TWO econs modules this year and i geeeetttttt aboouuuuuuut SEVEN hours weekly(excluding politics). wow i know, it's completely brilliant. like entirely my heartbeats are thumping in happiness.
But then again. On the other side of the coin. there's this voice that keeps telling me to shut it. and accept things readily and open heartedly. because this all came from Allah. even when it's just about timetable! haha. so when you complain, you are complaining the doings of Allah. and that is not right. i guess i'm just having a hard time thinking about leaving my family. still can't bear the thoughts of not being home until the next 9 months. it's like somewhere in this world just as fertilization occurs to impregnate a woman and only when her baby comes into this world, i'll be home. Insyallah, anyway.
so yes my summer is about to be a closed book. and i'm pretty happy with its content. and to conclude it with hari raya is just icing on the cake. it's been so super lovely; first two days were blissful. and btw i realized that i haven't been going to that many houses as i previously thought. i haven't even gone to my uncles and aunts' on my real mom's side. and well my dad's side, doesn't really count, cos ive seen them tonnes (hehe i feberitism with my bapa's side).
and as i have a few more days left. i naturally have mixed feelings about leaving. it doesn't really matter what date i'm due to leave, this heavy feeling will never subside. but hopefully it won't take me long to resettle. Insyallah it will be fine. wow second year eh? well here's to reinventing my purpose.
the past few days i've been seeing people groan about coming back to lectures and everything, so I guess that reminded me where i'll be next monday and i just can't really be joyful at the thought of leaving this comfortable place and return to early mornings, quickie breakfast and frantic walks to lecture rooms and wait for the hour to roll and wait for the next lecture to come round. don't i paint a lovely picture. but i guess, it'll get easier. i mean yea it will. starting might just be a bit rough. and especially my brilliant and stubborn self going back at the last date possible, so i'll most likely be in cold turkey. like no time to transition from lazy to basically ready.
and what sets me *more* off is my new timetable. i would change it. here's why. i finish slightly late on friday (yes, i even have fridays :( ) and then i have a 9AM MONDAY. i mean come on right? oh and you guys know what. i only have TWO econs modules this year and i geeeetttttt aboouuuuuuut SEVEN hours weekly(excluding politics). wow i know, it's completely brilliant. like entirely my heartbeats are thumping in happiness.
But then again. On the other side of the coin. there's this voice that keeps telling me to shut it. and accept things readily and open heartedly. because this all came from Allah. even when it's just about timetable! haha. so when you complain, you are complaining the doings of Allah. and that is not right. i guess i'm just having a hard time thinking about leaving my family. still can't bear the thoughts of not being home until the next 9 months. it's like somewhere in this world just as fertilization occurs to impregnate a woman and only when her baby comes into this world, i'll be home. Insyallah, anyway.
so yes my summer is about to be a closed book. and i'm pretty happy with its content. and to conclude it with hari raya is just icing on the cake. it's been so super lovely; first two days were blissful. and btw i realized that i haven't been going to that many houses as i previously thought. i haven't even gone to my uncles and aunts' on my real mom's side. and well my dad's side, doesn't really count, cos ive seen them tonnes (hehe i feberitism with my bapa's side).
and as i have a few more days left. i naturally have mixed feelings about leaving. it doesn't really matter what date i'm due to leave, this heavy feeling will never subside. but hopefully it won't take me long to resettle. Insyallah it will be fine. wow second year eh? well here's to reinventing my purpose.
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Oh yes, this blog gives you a really big dose of sarcasm.
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