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 30th March 2022, Wednesday - I didn't attend BCM class today on purpose, for I am not feeling well. :( I think it weighs more on normal fever than covid, despite I have lots of symptoms like sorethroat, dizziness & my internal body temperature is higher than usual. However, I still feel like it's a normal fever, because yesterday we had our very first site visit and the site was undoubtedly so hot as hell. 


To tell, I have this one bestfriend I treasure most, like I would be transparent here that I will cry if he has another friends hahahahaha (lol actually I did cry, there was a day when he didn't talk to me for reason only God knows, I even called my mom regarding that) is funny to write about him on my blog, I usually tell secrets to my sister and my mother but as for now, I think they are all busy preparing for Ramadhan and I don't want to miss a moment so here I am, crafting an entry dedicated to my very bestfriend since foundation. :) Don't be sad as for my other bestfriends, I love you guys so much too and each of you guys mean a special color of my life, this is just a narration of what's currently going on hehe. 

As I told previously, I am unwell. So I texted Ahmad (not real name) about what they studied for today's class, just in case I missed something important. I told him too that I was feeling unwell and was about to do a self test, and he sent me the attendance link hahahahah (fyi I'm not that cheeky but he's nice guy as you see! and I don't think my other friends will send me the link for sure.) and he said " takyah buat self test, tunggu 3 hari macamtu, kalau tak, bazir " and he was trying to comfort me (like always :"D) by saying the site was hot, so that's why, he asked about my body temperature as well and told me if my body is hot that's because I have saka, not because I have covid. - Wallahi I wanna cry, if my other friends knew that I fall sick, they'll be staying away from me (exception for Zulaikha, this lovely said she willingly to share any diseases with me, O Allah bless them both!) Later then he asked me to have some impossible rest - which is to rest for 7 days in my compartment. :'D

Ahmad is a very gentleman kind of guy; There were times when we do our study group at Econs until 3 am & 4 am, and I was in need of the toilet but Najwa is quite a scaredy cat.. However, Allah is the best creator - Ahmad understands me really well that he just said " Let's " and I was like " Let's what? " 

" Find you a nice toilet of course " 

:"D

... and it didn't end after Ahmad found a good toilet for me, in fact he even checked upon the toilet alone and cleaned and flushed the toilet hahahahahaahaha. He checked the sink, the pipe, the door lock and the light, EVERYTHING you would tell! And he waited outside the toilet until I finished my business hahahaaha. 

Another thing was when I got to be in group with Ahmad for History. Everyone had to edit their parts; the video, the pictures and put voice over. That time I had no idea why my video didn't go well, it kept breaking and lost some of its parts that I had to recompile everything back. - Of course you can tell that I was furious about it, and Ahmad came to me and asked if I can deal with my video. At first, I was pretending to be dramatic as I always do, but hell surprising that Ahmad suddenly took my phone and did the editing for my part all by himself?? =_='' Please know that his part was doubled of everyone's work because the other night of the interview, he overslept so he joined late. But to include my part it was equal to 3 parts - he contributed to the group! 

To tell, I knew him because I texted the wrong number back in the first week of foundation. Everything happened like it was meant to be, I was about to find Sharmila's number actually, and Ahmad was mistakenly joined the wrong class group. After that, we talked and discussed a lot about Graphics together since we both are in different classes and had different lecturers. He later followed me on Instagram but he never exposed himself, like there were no photos of him neither on Instagram nor Whats'App. Irony, his class was located at the opposite of my class, and he always told me that he saw me walking la, bringing archi tools to studio la, saw me going to musolla la, but Wallahi I have never seen him and very clueless about his figure, face and everything else. 

Long story short, it was the end of semester 1 and the probability for the students to come back to campus on semester 2 was below the realm of possibility. We celebrated the last day of our semester 1 with a seminar by each of AED students and on that day, Ahmad decided to reveal himself to me but he was so stupid HAHAHAHHA he just called my name slolwy from my back at the time I was rushing to fetch Hajar in front of our mahallah. - Menyampah kan?!



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