Old times

My days as pre-university student is coming to an end ,and before we know it , its the dreaded final examination . Then I'm done before the commencement of my degree.

Often times than not , people claim how their life fast forwarded without warning. Next thing you know, you are in a cubicle typing a proposal...or supporting a family of five. Funny how time is just a name , but you barely have it .

I honestly still can't believe that I'm in university.

For 11 years , I woke up at 6 am, wearing the same baju kurung to school , grumbling . I hated how its always hot in school and that I had to change after P.E. I'm easily irritated by little things during my adolescent years. I struggled with my studies because I was in the wrong stream for two years.My uni friends could not believe my SPM results compared to my results in uni. I didn't enjoy those moments.

On the other hand,there were good times though ! I made friends with the loveliest bunch possible, and still in touch despite our own undertakings . I was scouted by a girl guide leader to get a queen's guide award , the first ever in my school to do so. I was in a multicultural environment ,where everyone was close knit , no matter what race or religion . I'm eternally grateful to experience all this.

My university life is great ! Not only do I have amazing friends, intelligent & humble lecturers , I've also been doing well for two consecutive semesters , which, is what uni is all about . The environment here is so warm and I don't feel out of space. Despite being the only few Malays in my batch, I've never been treated differently in everyday . In fact , I constantly get curious questions from my colleagues (and lecturers!) on why I decide to study in UTAR. The answer is simple really; I heard that it is a top university and I would like to be a part of it . Imagine that my uni is like a big famous factory that produces quality products. I.. would like to be one of those products.

Too much to write but an imaginary fog of sleepiness is surrounding my head . Till more extracts of my mind ,  I wish you adieu .