Assalamualaikum
"For every meetings, it is not a coincidence, its fate. A force that intertwines our lives with others, in order to create bonds to help us overcome problems in our life". -KAZ-
The meetings that leads to the knowing of others and in return
changed my life but
not myself.
The meeting of the Chosen Six
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We are here, I as the cameraman |
The sky was clear on the first day of my first semester at UPSI. The other students are making their way to class and some are just hanging out at the places provided for discussion. After was I distracted for a moment, I felt a slight bump on my shoulder, and when I turned my head, some guy was walking with me. He was constantly talking that somehow I know that he will be my friend for the rest of my diploma programme. He introduced himself as 'Adan' and I also introduced myself as 'Kero'. We walked together to meet other people that will change our lives.
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The girls |
While walking, a girl who looked lost in front of the E-learning building came to us and asked 'Do you guys know where is the E-learning building?'. We pointed at the building behind her and she burst into a laugh that was contagious even me and Adan started laughing. She introduced herself as 'Mareena' and was happy that we were in the same course. We went together inside the building and entered our first class. During class, I called to the girls in front of me by calling 'Akak, akak, akak'. One of them responded by saying 'Stop calling Akak'. I immediately stop with a poker face. The one responded was Qeyna. She looked at me with a face that said ' I don't know who you are and why are calling us 'Akak'. She introduced herself and two other girls Nadh snd Wawa. Nadh responded quickly and replied my question in English. Wawa was confused on whether to speak in Malay or English. After the class we went home together via the bus. Me, Adan, Mareena, Qeyna, Nadh and Wawa. That moment I knew that we were meant to be together as a group and Insha-Allah we are together as a group...always...
Memories of the past written in this data filled world - A memoir that will not be forgotten
I love you guys :)
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