Assalamualaikum and good morning. It's been a long time since I've posted something on the net. Now I'm going to write the second part about my college. Continue, I've met various kinds of friends that are good. I've made a pack called 'Dahsyat' during this Ramadhan. Dahsyat consists of me, Alif Zakwan, Adrian or Ad, and Syakir. At the orientation, I've made my name. People would know me but I don't half of them at that time. People would go, " Hey Redha, " or " Yo! Red! " or " Redha!!! " and in my mind, I would go, " Hey... who are you again? " or " Yo... my man??? " or " Bro!!! ". i've played my part during the orientation. Presented myself to people. Who am I and how I am. When the class started, I was submitted to a class called U. Then, they had some new students came in and I had to move to N class. Officially, a N class student. The teachers are friendly and yet helpful to me or us. They are not like the universities lecturers or teachers. They are the kind of teachers who wants to help not to let us be just like that. One week after our orientation came in the new students. The other programs students. The MPKM and the UMK students. They had their orientation. Just like us but different a little bit. Okay now I've got to go. I'm using the computer in the library. I was searching the biography of Liam Neeson just now and I had a feeling to post something in my blog. So there you go. Now I've got to go. The Dahsyat are waving their hands at me. Assalamualaikum and good day.
Assalamualaikum. Good morning. " What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on? " - Gandalf from the The Hobbit I am not well. Not physically but mentally. I feel like gonna jump out of my skin. I feel the loneliness. Oh yes, I am right now single. Just broken up with a girl that I thought I could commit but I can't. She just not for me. Her ways are not for me. Actually before that I've broken up with the perfect girl that I've been together since form 2. Last year, I felt the love wasn't sparked anymore. I felt like the fire burnt out. What is wrong with me? I dropped a dime and I feel miserable because I dropped it. I shot a hole through everything I loved. I burnt my own castle and I feel miserable. Why did I did that? Allah has mysterious ways of showing me the light. I still...
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