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 ...
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