Semester 7

I stepped into my 7th semester with the determination of a kamikaze pilot; it's either a do or die thing. Those close to me should be aware of the fact that I'm fighting for an honours, and this semester has been an extension in a bid to up my CAP. Some people told me, "Aiyah, Arts degree got honours or not also the same." It may be the case for these people, but not for me.

And I fought hard this semester.

Interestingly, after poring over it, I realised that I've learnt so much more this semester, I dare bet on it, than any of the past six. In fact, I was pretty self-condescending at the start of the semester, just before the recess week, openly jeering at myself. It's four level 3000 modules. What makes you think you're going to survive all of them? Are you letting the proverbial smoke get into your eyes?

And I kept telling myself you're gonna flop you're gonna flop you're gonna flop...

Until I met these good friends of mine.

They showed me that impossible was nothing, because when I first got to know that I had to handle these applications for NM3217, I was far from delirious. In fact, my inner technophobic almost jumped up and threw in the towel. But I knew a fight was eminent, because it was all I was there for. To put up a bloody great fight. And I conquered. And I was pretty proud of what eventually came out of it; 1 newsletter, 1 flier, 1 brochure and 1 website, or pretty much everything I told myself I wouldn't be skilled enough to accomplish.

I did my brochure within 4 days, and my website within 3. ;)

Definitely, there's got to be those potholes along the way.

Like those rowdy h o n s.ly students who declared themselves king of the castle.

Like uncooperative groupmates who have absolutely no idea that they're writing junk, even in Year 3, and never bothered to help in any other way. Does being the busiest person in your own world exempt you from GROUPwork? Are you even literate?

Like pushy groupmates.

And unfriendly ones.

And those who disappear... and appear as and when they deemed fit.

But I've got my own group of superheroes to thank for helping me through this semester. To my awesome 3226 group, who slogged through hours and hours in the lab just to get everything done. To the next awesome tutor Aaron for all his help in lab and answering all my uber last-minute emails.

Tempers flared ALOT this semester, I swear, and even more so when you put two positively sleep-deprieved, angsty and time-starved people together. I'm glad we pulled through with minimal injuries, and I thank whoever's up there every single day for bringing you into my life, no matter how pissed we were with each other sometimes. If couples don't quarrel, it simply means that they lack communication and concern for each other. What's most important at the end of the day is that blessed feeling of being able to love and be loved by that same person.

Thank you for tolerating my short tempers and PMS-sy moodswings.

Thank you for making that long trip to my home just to study with me.

Thank you for making a fool of yourself just to make me smile.

Thank you for loaning me to my project mates for hours for marthon project meetings.

Thank you for ... everything.

We may have not a penny to our names,

we may not have earned a reputation for ourselves,

we may not drive the biggest cars in the world or live in the most beautiful homes,

we may not be lucky enough to travel far and wide,

we may not have everything other couples have.

But we've got each other, and that's more than enough for a lifetime.