My Practicum Is S11P3

It's a little to late to announce my practicum class, yeah I know. However, I am proud to be a member of S11P3. My classmates are superb. Except one. Who I won't mention here because I don't want to sully anyone's name anymore. I've learned from my lesson.

          In my class, there are 19 students (supposed to be 20 but Anis will leave KMM this Friday). I remember all of their names after the first week.

1. (me)
2. Syiqin
3. Syafiza
4. Iman
5. Isma
6. Intan
7. Lina
8. Vessha
9. Chia
10. Siew Jiet
11. Hajar
12. Danneia
13. Hafiza
14. Atiqah
15. Irfan
16. Tioh
17. Imran
18. SYJ
19. Deva

         Sometimes, it shocked me you know when these people wanted to be my friend and treated me nice. It had been so long since I put myself in the bottom pedestal and treated myself less than what I worth and to come here, into this group of friends and got to be myself, with no ill-intention whatsoever, I never have felt so blessed in my life. Right now, I'm wondering how long will this last. How long will it survive until they started to despise me for what I am. I'm so scared, you know. I know how it feels when you have had the best thing in your life right in the grip of your hand and to have it to slip away like running sand. It's the worst feeling ever in the world.

          Anyhow, that is all for now. I'll catch up on ya later. Bye.

“The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.” — Aung San Suu Kyi.

From Malacca With Love,

Liely