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Being in UTP was honestly a great experience. I loved the surroundings, I loved the IRC and I loved the mosque. I met a group of people who made my moments there fun. Wifi everywhere, LAN in my room, clean toilets, it's honestly an environment where I would love to stay at. Except the fact that it's located in a forest and I had no car. 

Being in there, I felt as if I had no connection to the outside world. Even with the internet. If there was a war going on, I wouldn't know. Or it may have just been me. I might have disconnected myself. I didn't keep track of the days or even the dates. This one time, a friend of mine went "Asma, UTP's in Malaysia." because I didn't realise that it was already Friday. I went to the MAS activities, went back to my hostel, showered, slept, woke up, to the surau, MAS activities again and it just kept on repeating and repeating. I went along with everything. 

However, what I realised was that every single day, my friends' parents would call them and they'd chat and chat and I'm there... texting my parents. And I didn't text any of my bestfriends and the longer I stayed, the more my dislike towards UTP grew. Not because of the place, but because of the fact that I felt so disconnected. I missed my family, I missed my friends, I missed home... and my computer.

And then came this one time when I found out that I have cocu during the weekends, I gave up. I wanted to leave. I didn't want to study in UTP anymore. I freed my schedule on Friday so I could atleast go home and there, they had to put my cocu during the weekends. At that moment, I really couldn't see myself doing my foundation or my degree there. And so I stopped getting excited. I started disliking the place. SRN activities and my mates were the only thing that kept me going.

And then I found out that I got MARA's loan for a twinning program. Alhamdulillah. You wouldn't believe how happy I was. At least, if I take MARA's offer, there's something to look forward to in the future so I decided to leave UTP for that. And that was when the excitement of being in UTP came back. Part of me didn't want to leave. I started liking the place again. I had my friends who I didn't want to part with. There were seniors who were nice and supportive. There were people who I fancied. There were clubs that I wanted to join. I was attached. 

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