the price of staying in college

im anxious bout the fact that i`ll be out of here in a week..forever...(if i dont fail my arab lah)..my god.. the thought of leaving this place which has somehow blend in my mundane life left me with a mixture of emotions that i couldnt really describe..

even though the rules sux like max...whats with wearing sox to pasar malam??(which suddenly transformed kuhaz,radhi and i into secret ninjas) and LEADTRAIN??and a lot of other encounters with the srad people and the college`s guards that are somehow on a mission to make the lives of the students unbearable...i`ll miss the `memories` ive gained along with my other pyschotic friends.

the price of:

the guard giving you a hefty lecture bout running around the college ground like a wacko:
embarassment,and resentment towards the college and the guard herself

the stad people waiting at the entrance for girls who weren`t wearing socks and are happy to saman you:
rm 2 for the sox,lots of cursing, and possible blisters on your feet for walking like a nutcase in a pair of slippery slippers covered by stoopid black stockings

the ustazah who somehow seemed to come from h*ll:
a LOT of cursing,and missing classes intentionally..without fear of getting barred because you`ve already recieved the exam slip

the nextdoor seniors knocking on your door because you were too noisy:
a possible girlfight and a lot of bitching

the time when ida and i accompanied nina out of the college so she could park her car:
a row with the bloody guards,rm something saman for wearing unappropriate clothes(which were jeans!!),and a lot of cursing

but the price of:

you and your mates dancing at the corridor with the stereo blaring at the maximum desibel with some african tribe song on,
you walking around the college with ice creams gossiping,
you and your mates throwing slippers to see who threw the furthest and gained some weird looks by other students,
you battling with the sleepiness trying to get the project done in time,
you missing your bath just to get to the studio on time,
you and your mates dancing in the studio at 3 in the morning because you`re too stressed to continue your work and later was surprised to see seniors looking at you from the outside,
you and your mates running aroud fraser`s ..`drunk` during new years` eve,
you and your roomie staying up all night just talking about nothing,
you and your roomies making a `chevelle` videoclip using t-squares,scale rulers,and uhu glue,

=priceless