About year ago, I was a freshie.
Anxious whole night and bundle of curiosity on how uni life is.
Frustrated? yes.
Funny how I can't adapt with my uni for almost the end of sem 1.
I hate small room, I hate night class. I hate waiting an hour to ride the bus. I hate unmannered bus drivers. I hate people who live one the top level of my room that makes my white shirt turn brown. I hate poyo girl who mad on me when I put her cloth on sink and I hate 'the crispy cornflakes look like' on kfc spicy chicken.
1 year later, here I am.
Still in the same uni, keke~
Year 2 might be tough as well, since sem 1 was tough either.
I afraid.
Time seems to move very fast. Year 3 will be severe year, practical. Year 4?
I hate to leave this comfort zone-studying life.
Experiences teach me how hard living as a worker-makan gaji.
Oh this post have no any connection with Independence Day. Tajuk pun takdaq kena mengenaa.
I just met my cousin and he is crazy. He remind me during my first year in uni.
so call me maybe?
k tak lawak =="
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