the first semester is about to end, for only another one examination left this Friday. the TESL and some other kids had already went home. my level in the college had turned out a bit quite. my room mate, Qistina, went home just now. she's a TESL kid but she deliberately wanted to stay a bit longer. she woke me up from my evening nap, and hugged me. to wake up and watch her empty locker and her bed without sheets and her bookshelves are also empty, got me a bit saddened.
i still remember the first day i got into this room of four, of Kolej Mawar. Qistina, Aimiera and Syakira's families are already in the room, helping them with their things. me and my mom were a bit late. and we didn't say hi to them only after we have settled with my things. so i said hi to my room mates, and that embarked our friendship.
the three of them obviously are not that 'me' kind. they wear tudung and they are very particular about solat. whilst i'm here, a crazy lazy bastard. but yet they are still so good to me, and the best part is we shared stories. whatever that messed us up that day, we'll have a heart-to-heart session between four of us. and i love how they treat me like i was their baby sister, since i am the only anak bongsu in the room. they texted me at 3 in the morning asking me if i was ok when actually i was having a discussion. oh, and they stayed up and couldn't sleep waiting for me to come back the night i was sent to the hospital for having an asthma attack.
the friendship that were built here means so much to me. and how i wish i can still keep this going on like how it used to be, even in another 100 years.
i still remember the first day i got into this room of four, of Kolej Mawar. Qistina, Aimiera and Syakira's families are already in the room, helping them with their things. me and my mom were a bit late. and we didn't say hi to them only after we have settled with my things. so i said hi to my room mates, and that embarked our friendship.
the three of them obviously are not that 'me' kind. they wear tudung and they are very particular about solat. whilst i'm here, a crazy lazy bastard. but yet they are still so good to me, and the best part is we shared stories. whatever that messed us up that day, we'll have a heart-to-heart session between four of us. and i love how they treat me like i was their baby sister, since i am the only anak bongsu in the room. they texted me at 3 in the morning asking me if i was ok when actually i was having a discussion. oh, and they stayed up and couldn't sleep waiting for me to come back the night i was sent to the hospital for having an asthma attack.
the friendship that were built here means so much to me. and how i wish i can still keep this going on like how it used to be, even in another 100 years.
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