Approaching the reviews, and the end of everything.
We always fall to amazement thinking how fast a month can pass -- in terms of the landlady collecting our rent, that is. By the time you know you'd have to flip a calendar page, she'd always be unfailingly punctual to collect, which is sometimes irritating, but still mindfully alarming nonetheless, considering our lackadaisical attitude we have towards these things other than our assignments.
For now, time is measured by these mini submissions we have to cope, our very last paper for the semester this up and coming Friday and of course, a set of reviews after that. While at that, we stare with fullest envy to the 'normal' kids who had their papers finished today, tomorrow or anytime sooner than us.
Sometimes we just can't help to wonder how 'simple' their lives can be: study, take a paper, and when all the papers are finished, pack up and go home. Of course, 'simple' is subjective, but still we'll always sneer when we hear of how 'complicated' their lives can be. We, already unbalanced with the amount of drawings we have to finish for our projects, also have to study, take a paper and finish them all, plus we always have to go back to our drawings and finish them and hit the reviews sanely. Which will always take a few more extra days or maybe a week after our final paper (in which by the time, everybody else is already on leave).
It's easy to differentiate between a friend who really knows you and somebody who is just finding the correct pick-up line. A good friend who understands, will ask you "when is your final review?" which is suiting, as for us the end of the most final of final review marks the end of everything.
While somebody who just wants to loiter your Facebook page will ask you "when is your final paper?". As if we care. Don't worry though, "bila cuti?" is always appropriate. We all know we want it to come so badly.
Posted in Seri Iskandar.
We always fall to amazement thinking how fast a month can pass -- in terms of the landlady collecting our rent, that is. By the time you know you'd have to flip a calendar page, she'd always be unfailingly punctual to collect, which is sometimes irritating, but still mindfully alarming nonetheless, considering our lackadaisical attitude we have towards these things other than our assignments.
For now, time is measured by these mini submissions we have to cope, our very last paper for the semester this up and coming Friday and of course, a set of reviews after that. While at that, we stare with fullest envy to the 'normal' kids who had their papers finished today, tomorrow or anytime sooner than us.
Sometimes we just can't help to wonder how 'simple' their lives can be: study, take a paper, and when all the papers are finished, pack up and go home. Of course, 'simple' is subjective, but still we'll always sneer when we hear of how 'complicated' their lives can be. We, already unbalanced with the amount of drawings we have to finish for our projects, also have to study, take a paper and finish them all, plus we always have to go back to our drawings and finish them and hit the reviews sanely. Which will always take a few more extra days or maybe a week after our final paper (in which by the time, everybody else is already on leave).
It's easy to differentiate between a friend who really knows you and somebody who is just finding the correct pick-up line. A good friend who understands, will ask you "when is your final review?" which is suiting, as for us the end of the most final of final review marks the end of everything.
While somebody who just wants to loiter your Facebook page will ask you "when is your final paper?". As if we care. Don't worry though, "bila cuti?" is always appropriate. We all know we want it to come so badly.
Posted in Seri Iskandar.
2 comments:
syukri. i terasaa haha. maybe i'm the 'normal' kid but nah, my life is not as simple as that.
so 'bila free?' haha. jum jum jumpe alyaa skali. probably tgh bulan?
You finish early so you're still 'normal' haha! Alright make up the plans, I'll confirm!
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