With no remorse of leaving my blog for three months, here I am writing again. Alhamdulillah, I just finished my final exam last week. It was a struggle (not really), and now is a good time to take some time to look back at what I did during my whole first year in UKM. Let's start with first semester. During the first semester, I was kinda aloof and I don't really care much about my surroundings, especially my classmates. I am not really the type to start a conversation, and I don't talk much except to a few friends. But that didn't cause much trouble for me, and for everyone else (I hope). In class, I always sat in the front row, and rarely I turned back to see the faces of my classmates. I don't really ask much questions or answer it, unless on a few occasions. I remember the one who always sat in front were Ideen, Imran, Afif, Haikkal... I'm sure that's not all. I used to wear kemeja a lot, with the sleeves folded up. My participation in the clas
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