First with Daniel, a Bpharm senior who was involved in an accident on his way from Penang back to IMU. I don't know him, but many were devastated by his sudden demise.
Yesterday, I received an sms from TMT telling me that our schoolmate, Wah Ghee, passed away in an accident. I felt like it was a bad dream. Wah Ghee, I remember his Chinese name is 曾华义. I can still faintly see those letters written on his exercise book, in his big, sparse handwriting. I remember his voice, slightly high-pitched. We were in the same class in 5A1, I'm not too sure about other years. He was this guy who loved to rock his chair backward precariously. Once he actually fell over. Was it him? I think it was him. He pissed our Chinese lady teacher off and she went to tattle to Mr Eow, our PK HEM. He wore glasses, he had pimples. Like almost everyone else. I never talked to him much la, he sat next to Tzyh Haur, the class genius. We were in the same primary school together too. Keat Hwa (H). I was in 红班, he was in 黄班. The only thing I remember back then was that he liked my friend and I helped point him out to her in the shed where we gather before afternoon school. Haha.
I can't really register the fact that he's no more. Because nothing has changed in my life. Like I sometimes can't remember if Saddam Hussein has died or not.
Last night on our way back from Midvalley, we chatted a bit with the taxi driver who seemed quite nice. Then out of nowhere, he said,
'Kebelakangan ini fikiran saya terganggu la.'
I started having a bad feeling.
'Sebab orang yang rapat dengan saya mati.'
My heart STOPPED right there.
The way he said it, I tell you, was positively scary. He stated it in a cold, matter-of-fact way. (or at least we thought so), and out of the blue like that some more.
I thought we were all going to be murdered by a psychopath.
Obviously not la, or else I wouldn't be here now.
It turned out his friend died of a heart attack. He had chest pain for the longest time but refused to see a doctor because he was afraid of needles. So our kind taxi driver felt bad for not pestering him more often to go to the hospital. After that I realised it was because he speaks in a very soft and polite manner, like Kamarul, so we got freaked out there.
With so many deaths, I even dreamt about it. -_=
May their souls be at peace.
On another note, DD1 CVS test is over!
PP1 extemporaneous dispensing test is over!
I felt slightly lost and cranky just now, cos dunno what to do. Now that's the most ironic thing. Actually there's lots of work to be done. I could start by doing my green tea essay, for one. =_=''
Do you know who is that lady?
It's none other than Datin Paduka Dr. Hajjah Sharifah Mazlina!
See I liked her so much I even went and memorised her full name.
She's that woman who journeyed across South and North poles and she is simply AMAZING!
Among her maxims is 'Don't be so serious la. Serious will die early.' She had the cheekiness to imitate the squeaky sound of the ice layer cracking, causing her guide to run out of his tent in fright. In the North pole, constant vigilance was required even when sleeping to listen for ice-cracks and watch out in case a polar bear comes poking his paw into the tent.
She dislocated her knee-caps and had to reposition them herself. AND continue with the journey. She had blisters the size of her whole heel. Mine seem like micro-minis compared to those. She could have died in simply any of the situations she faced. Even being there in the poles itself was a risk that she might die anytime!
She said she's 60. I think that's a bluff.
Her other maxims:
Time is life.
If you think you're fat, never mind, you still have slim fingers.
Don't worry if you have pimples, you still got other areas nice and clear wat.
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