Graduation year 2011

   It's the fifth graduation in my life time if counted from kindergarten. It's complicated whenever we come to the end of being student. A little happiness with a little sadness and add on a little of feeling bad with contradicts. I'm happy for the hard works paid finally to pass as an undergraduate. And the same time, I'm feeling sad of going to split apart. The days we had together no matter how hatred we were towards one another would finally relief. It may, because of we ain't together anymore to face each other? Or, everything should in mannerly ending well and nice. As for me, happy always comes first.

My house condition when I left in year 2007

   Recalling four years ago, it was a funny scene when I was keeping my things. Tears was rolling down my cheeks in front of my mummy and kept on complaining how bad I would be if I was getting apart from my parents. It's the silly immature doings by me. Father brought all of us for my very last dinner at hometown before coming over to this hustle bustle city, Kuala Lumpur to pursue my study. I remembered I was crying when I had my first spoon of the dinner on the day. Father was acting cool with a little laughter saying that I am still belonged to the home and welcomed to the home anytime I feel bad out there. It was super touching to have a word from my cool papa. Again, my tears was rolling down like heavy rain. The moment was so hard for me to even finish up the plate of the meal. Little brother was still with us in Malaysia. He was always actively laughing on my silly acts for the splits. Anyway, I got to revenge as at last he had to leave us far apart to Seoul for his JPA. Hahahaha. I'm still not that bad if compared to him. :P The memories were still fresh in my mind that I was super nervous of my capability to be independent surviving alone out there. Keeping all the Form 6 notes to bring over here and everything that would secure me were found necessity that time. I felt the same as today, feeling bad enough to split apart from my best friends during the schooling days there. We always said how nice if my best friends were to be with me for my four years studies. Then only we won't be bored. And yea, that was always our first impression of being separated apart. Things changed over time as we grow.

My best friend living near my home

   Things were funny whenever we were still new in a bran new environment. I was very blurred of imagine how's the look of University Malaya and how am I going to survive. The first thing on this city of Kuala Lumpur impressed me was the noisy honking cultures of the citizens here. I was totally in shock and wondered that would I stand long of this culture. Mumbling deep inside my heart:" How nice my home (Alor Star) always be in beautifully presenting me the peace and fresh as compared to this noisy city? I shouldn't choose this far for my study!" Hahaha. And then, it was the registration day. We went dizzy of passing round and round the sign boards showing the University Malaya but ended up of couldn't see any entrance gates of UM. Until then we saw a Pak Guard tiring patrol the traffic in front of PJ gate. That moment is really making me nervous as I know it's time to stay alone on my own feet. We're directed to the parkings beside 1st college. Everyone of my family seemed so nice in helping me to carry my luggages to my college. Shocking me again was the outlook of my accommodation. The yellowish wall of the 2nd college, the antique appearance of the college and the not so nice beds totally spoiled my moods. These views were just adding the complexions to my separating sadness. Choosing my own locker, every of my family members helped me to arrange my things. My cute active ah gong started the chat with my roommates' family and trying to help me in asking them to try to take care of each others. Hahaha. Chats were there but I could only spell the sad and bad. Out of no choice, I got the double storey bed. I tried to sleep on it and it sounded: "eeik...eik...". It seemed to be fallen down anytime. I was wondered that would it be able to sustain the fat of mine? Start the compares again :" How nice I was if I was at home. Sure, I was served better!" and cried soundly. Soon after the bell of separations with my family rang. I followed them till the entrance of 2nd college and had my hugs to everyone of my family. I cried louder than before and the tears couldn't stop as if it was out of control. Oh my god, I was all alone and going to finish everything on own. I started to find my hometown's friend staying the same college as mine, Ah Kang. I started sms'ing my very best friends to ask for their days in their universities. And, I just thought I am the only pity as I not even knew how to take the LRT, buy the bus ticket back and the location of UM's gates to let me out. The moments were so hard with the orientations which seemed super silly. I was not given a chance to keep in touch with my family for one week and being physically tortured by the PMs. Waking up early in the morning for the exercises, hard trainings for the "Saps", getting scold for things that we're not in faults by PMs and loud screaming in the hall towards other colleges were so hard for me. I had no idea to continue that anymore. I kept on complaining to ah Kang when I met her. I was crying again and said I wanted to go back home. Hahaha. Her sister brought me out of UM and went round the areas showing me the 9th college, routes to ss14, starbuck @ mid valley and mamak @ Jln. Gasing. Thankful to her and her sis. I still remembered the moment I escaped from the college's event with ah Kang as cannot wait going back home. We sat in the LRT for almost every stations and KLCC as to spend our day in waiting the moment to get in the bus back hometown.

   The very first semester in KL was totally unorganized. I was in serious sick of coughing for almost one month for not able to adapt to the new environ. The silly clinics in 12th college provided me the medicines without anti-biotic as my situation not yet worsen was the excuse. It was seriously a bad sicking moment. And remembering that my cute popo kept calling me and chat as to comfort me. Hahahaha. The days went off and I get to knew my coursemates. A group of us with almost 6-7 girls had our breakfasts, lunches, dinners and sometimes suppers during our days in 2nd college. The bads and sads were finally turned off gradually. I was getting used to the environment, making some of the new friends and taking part in the college activities. Dancing, choir and tennis (UMIT) were part of them. Hahaha, adapting to the tempo of others spelled my weaknesses and thus I was guided by seniors all the times on my performances. Days after days, the BABA group was formed with theme song "single love song (dan shen qing ge)". 3 girls of us are always the most blur persons among the coursemates. Finding the soul mate was always our objectives. Anyway, the other two BABAs had done quite well as they found theirs. Only me always the slowest. Aduhhhh!

    Happy-go-lucky was and is always my style of doing things. Play and enjoy all the times was my way of studying. Always asking for the rescues in guiding me for my exams and assignments helped me to finally pass the 8 semesters. I did remember the first time of approaching the Auto CAD software, C++, Pro-E, solidWorks, MasterCAM and etc. I was always the handing up student to seek for further explanations. I just felt I was totally not belonged to the world of engineering. Aduiiiii~ Whatever, the hard moments were over.

   Started my second year staying outside, there are another new stories. I would say everything started happily to get knowing further on each others. And the time flied, it sounded like we are in a house of happy family as we know how our coursemates staying in the same house characters and their behaving. It's also a thing to learn to accept, respect and tolerate as to go along to stay together for longer. It's a knowledge and practices for every relationships to develop. Some, we may like and some, we may dislike. And some we not even get to know how his or her thinkings. Whatever it is, I chose and choose to have myself free and out. I like having spent my times outside either in a group or being alone. It makes me to look a little strange. But what to do? I like having things like this and only the one know me well spell my life right and exact. Sorry I would say to those for not knowing each others further even spent times living together for almost 3 years. I would say thank you for the helping hands and appreciate the memories that built in me. Everything that were done had enriched my university life.

    These 4 years of studying really make me moving onwards in the learning and adapting the life of independence. Revealing the historical moment of spraining my leg at Bangunan Peperiksaan, making decision of moving outside, missing the bus back hometown, breaking down of my laptop, missing my matrics card, not doing the evaluations in permitting me to the exam and coping of myself with the final year project, it's all my growing. And the only thing I had and have never changed is my different tempo and speed of doing things. However, there are some proud doings by me too. The challenges that I took for my internship in Thailand, the part time job of spying in the bars, clubs, discotheques, internet cafes, gambling centers and premises, the part time promoter and tuition teacher were my proud achievements.

   For every moment we spent, we have to appreciate it. For every memories we built, we have to keep it tight. For every friends we made, we have to sincerely share and always be friendship forever. For every mistakes that we did, we have to sorry and make corrections. And finally, for every steps that we take, we have to consider deeply and sincerely. Appreciations make things different and wishing the best always by our sides. Good luck for the future undertakings and stay happily ever after.

Puchong Water Sport 16.4.2011

Kukup Island 14.5.2011

Final year group photo - 5.5.2011