Alhamdulillah. Hard works (those lonely nights and boredom, those tears and pain and hot weather and long walks and annoying people and homesickness and tiredness and hatred and tantrums and fights and dissatisfaction and for all the fun that I have missed during my process of hard works and everything in a 3 digits of number which is 3.74) are paid off, and prayers are answered. I hope I make my parents and brothers proud. I hope my friends are proud of me too. I hope Allah will keep giving me strength to pull through. But I just wish I still have you (like who you were last semester) with me, to share this joyous outcome. I miss you, the old you.
