This is the end. My last month here in Muzon. Its already started…
I can hardly believe.
The last three years that i spent here were always spent in pursuit of ideas to get out of the hostel. Sometimes we were so close to it. What more can i say? Life always tricks us into believing that we’re having our way…
It just seems like yesterday when we fought with Jeff over our room. I feel like an idiot: trusting the “Authorities” about clearheaddedness in judgements. Right out of a Fairy tale book…
Well now it seems that its all over. My project( though not completely satisfying the design) is slowly moving towards its completion.
This was a week filled with requests for testimonials from my classmates. Even from those whom i have never talked to( can you believe that!!!!) in four years. What do you expect me to write. I am not the kind of guy who writes testimonials easily but not i feel that i have mastered the art.
But thats not the point.
The point is i have come to the close of the 4 years and i have the complete freedom to get out of here and no one here can question me. But the time i’ve spent here and the moments that i’ve lived here, especially the bitter ones, make me feel that it was worthwhile to stay here afterall.
The last year was not as good or eventfull as the first three years here. I somehow have noticed that i am more attached with friends in my senior batch than those in my batch or my juniors. Save for may be a few i hardly talk to anyone of my juniors. I would still cherish the times….
