
I can finally breathe nice, cool oxygen again.
Project Work is FINALLY over.
So long sleepless nights, 3000-words essays and whatnots.
I shall see you again in University (if I ever make it there).
I think I'll die in college if not for my class.
I swear I'm really thankful for my classmates.
They make me super high every day.
Gayu started everything, along with Haziyah.
I want to play catching at the quadrangle.
I want to do more jump shots.
I want to do crazy dancing along the corridors.
I want to promote and retain my 4 H2s.
YJC, you're killing me.
Raaaah, I miss R like kutubabis.
One more week to go, just one more Syahrul.
And we'll spend our lives together under rain or shine.
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