Fragment of the past

I don't know why. Suddenly I'm thinking about the days that I just got into IPGM kampus Darulaman. It is a nostalgia for me. Remembering on how I make friends with my classmates and other classes. I never knew that I was that friendly on those days. But one thing for sure. History is a needed part in my life to push me further. Making mistakes today to make it a history so I never make the same stupid actions again and again. (There are some). These pictures were taken last year with my friends.






I wonder how long did I take to remember my classmates name.
I'm such a forgetfull person. You are so lucky if I remember your name.