Redha's Journal

     Stomach's not feeling so well. 30 more minutes until my last examination. Who would know that this bastard could finish his foundation in college, right? Man... I'm going to miss this college situation. All the hustle bustles. All the activities that I did here. You don't know a thing about me about what I did in college. I've done stuff and completed stuff and managed stuff when I was in college. Stuff that I even think that I could do. Heart's beating faster by the second. No one knows how I'm feeling. Not even me. All I know is that this opportunity of feeling the life in the dorm is not going to be experienced again. Thank you, Allah, for giving me the chance to feel how it's like to be sheltered in a dorm. I'm going to miss my cubemates. Waking up and seeing my friends every day. Thank you, Allah. Assalamualaikum and good morning.

     Assalamualaikum and good morning. Today on counting is the 7th day before I end my study in College of MARA Kulim. I had gone through this before, but this is much more hurt because every day I woke up and I'm in college but after this no more. I woke up on my bed at home. The memories that I've created, the friends that I've bonded with, the tasks that I've managed all are nothing but memories now. Everyday this fragmentation of me leaving college is becoming whole. In the first few weeks, I could still remember what I've been saying to myself, "Just one crappy year and then it's done.". Now I've been saying to myself, "One crappy year had turned up well actually. I did great in one crappy year." If I shed tears, the tears would mean nothing because the fact of me leaving is still becoming a reality. In this moment, although I know my friends and teachers would not read this... but I would like to thank my teachers for their teachin