Well yeah, of course there are many sad moments and stories, along the last day we met.
after knowing that 126 of us are going to be separated.....
But I just can't shed the tears because at that time I still can't believe the things that happened. I still believe that all these were just pranks.
And seeing friends around me, crying, shedding their tears, I told myself 'I can't cry here, I have to be strong'. So, on the day we separated, I just smile and even laugh on tiny little things which I rarely do.
Along the way back from Putrajaya to Kedah, I reflected myself on what has happened, and what will going to happen.
I swear, it's literally a dull, sad, gloomy day.
The day we are at home, we still contacted each other.
For me, I'm glad along 3 years I went through in Kirkby, I learnt the meaning of life, the struggle of staying far from family, the challenges on the tasks and assignments, the treats from the lecturers (oh yeah, I'm kinda a naughty students; I usually protest, be late to class, sometimes skipped class, fights with librarians, with the 'mbak cafe' and so on), the unpredictable moments with friends; Gegaloks, Akobies and classmates. There used to be fights between us, but as life goes on, we reconciled and became friends back. (^_^)
that's all experience, right?
So 126 of us just wait for the day to become 'junior' once again in Teacher Training Institute (IPG).
IPSAH, mu tunggu aku datang!
to be continue...