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Thursday, 1 October 2015

I feel that for this semester, I didn't quite integrate into English class because events, car exam, great grandmother's funeral, doctor appointments and holidays are all conveniently in English class's way. I was quite anxious because the lecturer told me to "make sure no one else dies". But other things got in her way anyway.

I had to keep asking friends for updates and pay a lot of attention in class (which I sometimes failed to do because I'm so worn out from events, but I tried my best anyway). Mostly, I felt bad that I didn't do a lot of exercises, at least not as much as I would like to. I'd have to not go to class or halfway exit class when she is explaining some vital information and I felt so apologetic about it. I felt bad for myself as well; I wasn't getting the most out of class.

So it came as a surprise that after our coursework and evaluation, I came out 7th out of 113 students. Yay. I keep feeling I could do better if I had the time to read and study more but there's no use to regret now - I will have to focus on exams.

4 of our classes are pulled to next week, which is our exam week. *cries a lot* I have less time to study than I would like. I would love to dedicate tomorrow to constructively study since I finish my Creative Drawing assignment just now (from afternoon to evening, in the library), so exhausted dammit.

Our Photography was unexpectedly good. I think for sure our portrait would go up in flames and waited for the stabs but Che Mat was like "Hmm I like this.". We all kept quiet because I'm pretty sure we think the portrait is not up to our expectations. We had to work on the product shoot again but he said we could do it. Had to create a structure this time that has mass instead of the throne I created. Ted likes the throne though.

So, Monday, CG submission and presentation and then shooting at Kah Wai's house again.

Tuesday, exam and then Creative Drawing submission.

Wednesday, exam again and then VRC submission with "surprise awards" as quoted from Madam Vim.

Giang asked me not to think too much about my condition; I think he wants me to get well quick. At dinner today, he had a coke and offered it to us. "You don't drink so much," he said to me and I drank only less than a mouthful. OTZ I wanted more but it was finished. He saw me taking the empty can... "You can't drink so much." 

"After 2 weeks, you will be gone from here and you won't know even if I drink a lot."

"Then it's your problem," he said and he came really close to my face. I think it's because we are leaving each other soon that the 3 of us became closer these last few weeks. He is one the closest friend (if not the closest) we ever had; he doesn't even feel like a friend anymore, he's a brother. He's one of the few friends my Grandma knows, lol, aside from some of my closer secondary school mates.

And I'm not even the type of person to be close to anybody, let alone boys. Gotta thank him though (and Jared) for making me feel more comfortable being around boys. Through them, I know not all of them are creepy.

I can't believe it's happening; 2 more weeks and he will leave here for real. We're not ready to let him go yet.