second last week, sem 1 year 1..
busyness makes us so occupied till the time just passed by like...
this week was really3 fast..
i kept using this phrase ever since, forever,
but this time i really mean it..
i could still smell the living room in my grandparents' house back in ipoh..
but now it's been almost a week since i left that place..
-__-"
it's friday, and before you know it, it's friday again..gosh..
monday : woke up late, lab at 2pm, islamic worldview at 5..
tuesday : woke up late again, missed BM lectures, then visited a batch-mate in the ICU..
wednesday : arrived late for physiology class at 3pm.. islamic worldview at 5..
thursday : last PBL session at 12pm.. last BM mass lecture at 2.30pm..
friday : optics at 8.30 am.. and last healthcare management lecture at 2.30pm..
my timetable has already reached the last page..
so has my calendar..
i wanted to mark the dates for my final exams *not talking about it*..
and some of it is in January..
then, only then i realized..
it's not in the calendar..
not only the semester is coming to an end, so is the year 2012..
it's only been 10 days since i turned 20..
but alhamdulillah, i was still given the chance to see another day..
9th December 2012..
a student from UIA Gombak died in an accident here at Sg. Ular..
a friend of his who was on the motorcycle with him was the one i visited in the ICU..
he was still unconscious when i visited him with yin and his friends..
but sadiq updated that he's awake now, alhamdulillah..
eventhough i never knew both of them,
the thought that a guy, my age, is no longer in this world really made me ponder..
will i live another day?
will the people around me live another day?
i've been having these dreams,
where my phone rings and someone tells me that someone i know met with an accident..
random callers with random victims..
once in a while, the victims are people who i care the most..
my mum, dad, him, huda, pieja, luqman..
thinking of it is enough to make my heart race..
lately,
i won't leave my phone behind..
i won't put my phone on silent..
i won't even let it out of my sight..
i won't drive..
i get worried easily when he doesn't answer my calls..
sorry, dear..
i worry a lot..
i think too much..
i exaggerate..
but that's me..
take care..
live well..
hakuna matata..
;)
i kept using this phrase ever since, forever,
but this time i really mean it..
i could still smell the living room in my grandparents' house back in ipoh..
but now it's been almost a week since i left that place..
-__-"
it's friday, and before you know it, it's friday again..gosh..
monday : woke up late, lab at 2pm, islamic worldview at 5..
tuesday : woke up late again, missed BM lectures, then visited a batch-mate in the ICU..
wednesday : arrived late for physiology class at 3pm.. islamic worldview at 5..
thursday : last PBL session at 12pm.. last BM mass lecture at 2.30pm..
friday : optics at 8.30 am.. and last healthcare management lecture at 2.30pm..
my timetable has already reached the last page..
so has my calendar..
i wanted to mark the dates for my final exams *not talking about it*..
and some of it is in January..
then, only then i realized..
it's not in the calendar..
not only the semester is coming to an end, so is the year 2012..
it's only been 10 days since i turned 20..
but alhamdulillah, i was still given the chance to see another day..
9th December 2012..
a student from UIA Gombak died in an accident here at Sg. Ular..
a friend of his who was on the motorcycle with him was the one i visited in the ICU..
he was still unconscious when i visited him with yin and his friends..
but sadiq updated that he's awake now, alhamdulillah..
eventhough i never knew both of them,
the thought that a guy, my age, is no longer in this world really made me ponder..
will i live another day?
will the people around me live another day?
i've been having these dreams,
where my phone rings and someone tells me that someone i know met with an accident..
random callers with random victims..
once in a while, the victims are people who i care the most..
my mum, dad, him, huda, pieja, luqman..
thinking of it is enough to make my heart race..
lately,
i won't leave my phone behind..
i won't put my phone on silent..
i won't even let it out of my sight..
i won't drive..
i get worried easily when he doesn't answer my calls..
sorry, dear..
i worry a lot..
i think too much..
i exaggerate..
but that's me..
live well..
hakuna matata..
;)
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