Last year today was the first day I stayed in hostel.
Away from family, staying in a house filled with strangers, new college, new environment, having a roommate from Pahang – obviously I don’t know all of them at all – everything for the first time!
Away from family, staying in a house filled with strangers, new college, new environment, having a roommate from Pahang – obviously I don’t know all of them at all – everything for the first time!
Bittersweet memories. (:)
The thought of staying out with strangers wasn't a pleasant feeling. I remember being so depressed by the thought of it but things got better eventually. Or I can say that, I got used to it.
I remember requesting for a bedroom all by myself
because I didn’t like sharing room with others. As much as I wanted it to happen,
it didn’t. But fate brought me to know one of the best people in the world,
which was my roommate and I am thankful for that. Sleepless nights together to complete
assignments, inside jokes and most importantly, we kind off like had something in common so there were no misunderstandings or whatsoever.
I am also thankful to know a bunch of great people especially
from the Design School. NOT ALL but most of them. Painting the mural during the
first semester was a moment worth cherishing and I will never trade it with
anything else.