Somehow realised I didn't do the W13 Lab Submission, no notifications either. Speedran.
Corpo Strat class ended, with some lessons to be learnt in life as well.
Around 30 minutes left for FYP2 physical meet, so I headed here to save time.
Class didn't exist. Printed poster, realised QR is wrong. It's so over.
I think I could just paste it over the poster... right? This parking lot is a little ominous, like the backrooms.
Banished to Cyber once more, since I was expecting to return by Tues night, but this works fine. Data point, gamble in a sense, as I'm not really a Belacan haver mostly.
Due to ulcers I got suggested to come here, also to prevent it getting worse from FYP2 presentation.
Citing ulcers (again), I was suggested to take this over any type of gorengs.
3 staffs took turns to ask me what I want.
I somehow shat myself after eating yesterdays Murtabak, a little weird, but pein. With FYP2 physical presentation around the corner, I'd say this is the safest bet.
FYP2 seemed... swell enough. So long as one sounds confident even when potentially incorrect.
Asked for Getok reviews, got told it's ass. Guess I'm not trying it. Wandering around, went to ball with Salam Rice.
Cleaning done, wardrobe business finished early (nice). Time to scram from Lakefront for the week again, returning more non-necessities back to home.
Pit stop time? Dapo. I was semi planning on outside food like Fu Jee (per Herrscher), but parking is a little... yea.
Physical interview time, and lunch wise I chose the most predictable & safest option instead of venturing out & risking my armour.
July wasn't the hardest month.
It was simply the last... I hope.
The first week disappeared into FYP2 presentation preparations, poster printing (twice), last-minute fixes, and wondering whether months of work would hold together for those few minutes in front of the panel.
Then... it was over.
(I say this as I played Arknights in front of both of them, though they did came 1 by 1. Quite OK really.)
For general projects, apart from needing to babysit some people, and a late submission... meh.
No more rushing between lectures and labs or tutorials.
No more wondering what next week's assignment would be.
No more checking whether another unsubmitted quiz had silently appeared, or if groupmates are missing progress or communication.
For the first time in years, my timetable became empty.
The interviews kept coming, be it single round, multi round, online, or physical.
Each one a reminder that one chapter was closing while another was already waiting.
The uncertainty never disappeared—it merely changed form.
Silences and rejections? They'd became the norm now, as I'm tasked with a case study I semi signed up for.
Instead of worrying about grades, I now worry about offers, careers, and whether everything I've built will be enough.
This month quietly closed many things.
The moldy wardrobe that had followed me 2 years through university was finally gone.
Lakefront became another place in memory rather than somewhere I needed to return to weekly.
Housemates? From physical people into online people I may never see again, but maybe graduation time we'd meet again.
One by one, routines that had felt permanent simply... ended.
I don't know my results yet. (At least until the 13th, tentatively)
I don't know whether I'll officially graduate on time.
I don't know where I'll be working in a few months (or if I'll be at all).
But I do know this.
I made it to the end.
Four years ago, university was an unknown world.
Now, every cafeteria, shortcut, classroom, and parking lot has become a memory attached to a meal, a deadline, or a conversation.
Whether I passed or failed, whether life immediately improves or throws another obstacle...
This chapter is complete.
The next meal I log won't be as a university student.
It'll be as someone stepping into whatever comes next.