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I realize that I have a hard time with endings.

Why do I say that?

Well, I am now in year 3. This is my final year as an undergraduate student if all goes well.
And I must admit, I been feeling rather sad.

The reason for this is because I know I will miss all of this. Every single thing and moment.

I will miss my crazy year 1 where I nearly had a break down.
I will miss all the crazy fun moments I have with my classmates.
I will miss my calmer hardworking year 2.

For me, my undergraduate years have been one of the best times of my life.

I feel like I am alive and I feel so glad to be alive. 
For once in my life, I don't want time to pass so fast. I want to enjoy every single moment. But sadly, time moves onwards, waiting for no one.

For me, these years, it felt like the summer of my life.
Wind in my hair, sun on my skin and the cold wind on my skin.

It has been exhilarating so far.
And everything has been wonderful despite the good and bad times.

And I know I will miss all of this when this ends.

And it's time to move on to a new phase of life.
And that's that.

But for now, I feel sad because I just know I will miss all of this.
So I am just trying to enjoy every single moment.


Happy "Sam" said…
Aiyaya !!
Don't be sad.
The is the road we all my past by.

Just keep in memory.
We all slowly will grow.
The most important is don't do things that let you regret !!
We cannot U turn already.

Enjoy it !!
That is call life !~
Prepare to working is waiting you ~~
Prepare to planing car,house and etc ~
Prepare to meet your love ~
and etc ....


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