TIL I could round myself into the area, then come out (before grace period up) to find some nearer parking.
Since my cup is here, let's go.
Gemini says to eat this over the nasi kandar due to test, preventing fatfug, and reduce kcal count.
Their Tomorrow rice isn't open, so they settled with here. Most of them be ordering an additional fried egg with drinks, how rich.
Lecture was too empty, so I ditched it. Gym. Then dapo.
As soon as the food MPV arrive, everyone swarmed to queue. There were at least 45 people swarmed instantly.
I... am not sure where they went. They took off in their car.
Kicap is among the remaining ones I have yet to see. Internet says it's basically their Biasa.
Spoiler: it was not.
Penultimate presentation down, and the group decides here. Drove myself to this area for the first time.
Parking... was good enough, despite far.
8.50 pre card, 7.60 with card.
Ever since the great boycott of Fu Jee happened, we never went here anymore. That is, until Koyo said "car is full".
No it isn't (yall can fit 6 but rejected at 5). But I'll gracefully accept defeat and fulfil the promise I made last week.
There's quite some jam, but the longkang parking is plentiful.
Parking was slightly further today, unsure why.
After presentation everyone went their own ways.
Parking outside is full.. Inside is also quite full.. Mall time.
Initially no space inside. Ordered, then camped inside to eventually snag a spot.
February did not test me. It hunted me.
Three projects, three presentations, one test, one interim FYP — every week another blade, every submission another countdown.
Sleep became negotiation, food became fuel, and time moved faster the harder I tried to control it.
I told myself it was manageable. I lied. Relation issues? Fracture over fracture.
Created my own timetable, hoping to be self-reliant enough with the skills I’ve gained.
The killing urge did not scream — it simmered.
A low constant buzz beneath the skin, the temptation to snap, to disappear, to drop everything and let it burn.
But I didn’t. I glued myself together and forced one final push.
Midway through the month, collateral damage surfaced.
The HDD fell — RM224.40 paid in tribute so my data survives, because if I lose that, I lose proof I was ever here.
Togawa did not come in 10 pulls unlike Decadenza (but I did get Ascalon). 115th. Pity is a cruel mechanic.
A small anomaly on the 26th — Global #9, a goated score on Niwashi King. A reminder that I still function somewhere beyond deadlines.
I walked into each presentation not confident, not fearless — just operational.
And somehow, nothing collapsed. Not spectacular, not glorious. Just intact.
Then the final stretch passed, and the trimester closed.
Trimester break. Silence — but not freedom.
FYP1 still lingers in the background; moderator silent as ever, supervisor thankfully responsive.
March is quieter. Not peaceful — just less violent.
For now, I recover. I recalibrate. I hold the line.
Next comes the final CGPA-counted trimester — no more margins, no more warm-ups.