Makan2 at hartley, for the very last time I guess. Hoho. Good food, great friends, and fuhhh.. FOUR yearssss - gone with the wind. When I came here in Sept 02, I didn't cry (despite the gallon of tears shed by mak at klia), and I'm pretty sure, when the day comes for me to leave this place, I'll not cry as well. Why? Hmm...I've cried a lot for the past 4 years so enuff is enuff. I'm a big girl now (and have a degree babes!Alhamdulilllah :-) ). Uni life is so much different from tkc. 5th December 1994 was completely different from 18th September 2002. I still remember the BIG FAT tears I had while seeing my family leaving the college compound, and weeks after, me and most of my friends were suffered from dehydration everytime we made a phone call at Block G or F or bwh tangge F2. 5 years later, I had the same BIG FAT tears (actually, the tears were FATTER) while leaving the college for good after SPM. I still couldn't figure out why. I think when I was in college, I had (and still have, alhamdulillah) real friends and life was so much fun. Here in soton, life was hard (yes, it's over, alhamdulillah) but I learnt a lot about real life that words cant describe. Hm. Of course living in the UK is one of the priceless experience I've ever had, but tkc is still the BESTEST place to live in the whole universe. (heaven is not taken into account)
Having said dat, I'll be coming back. I'm sure will, i-Allah.
