In the name of books , I say study!

Guess what's up again.. Uh huh, yea', it's exams. Ugh..

So.. I did a checklist. For the sake that I wouldn't slack or anything.

Subjects that need to be studied

• Sejarah ( History )
• Biology
• Chemistry
• Physics
• Add. Maths ( Don't look at me like that, I suck at counting >_> )
• Mod. Maths
• Moral
• Chinese
• BM

Look at it! 9 subjects to study in under 2 weeks. Imma die. Game over. x.x 

Oh well, better start studying now. Ciao peeps!

xoxo

Miracle Pill

I finally slept!

After what happened.. Boy, that first night was horrible. The amount of thoughts that could enter a person's head while he/she's alone in a room. Whispers, silent laughter, the slow humming of the old air conditioner in the background, I figured I might go insane. With the click of the lights going off, I was immediately engulf into darkness. Darkness, that's what I'm afraid of. Every moment in darkness just seemed creepier and creepier each passing second. Would I see dead people now that I saw that incident? ( Forgive me for sounding like some Hollywood horror cliché movie.. I couldn't help it. Too much drama. ) The mental image of him on the ground covered in red, haunted me in my dreams. I couldn't close my eyes. No, it was impossible. I would pictured his small shaking frame again. I would picture his smile, the way he talked, him. Time and time again, I questioned, What could the problem be? Yet, no answer was given. At the moment, I wanted so badly to talk to someone, just for companion sakes. But it was already late into the night.I couldn't stand it no more, I had to get the lights back on.

That night I slept at 3 a.m.

Lying in bed on the following night, I wasn't expecting peace, rest. I tried my very best to stay up late, to get myself tired enough to sleep. Finally, when all seem to fail, I prayed. God granted me a miracle that night, I was allowed rest at last. Free from the nightmares, free from the images. Perfect bliss! 

A bunch of friends visited him at the hospital yesterday, they say he's fine. He can talk. I'm glad. He's gonna be okay. Just pray.. 

xoxo

Unexpected Nightmare

Life's unpredictable. You never know what will happen until it slaps you right on the face.

A bright Monday morning. Clear blue skies, sunny day. Nothing was supposed to happen. Until.. I didn't expected it. No one did. 

A scream. Panic prefects running everywhere. Chaos. Confusion.

Seeing your body on that cement floor in a pool of blood. Crimson red. Make my heart stop for a minute. How small you look at that moment. Your eyes were blank. There wasn't a sign of pain on your face. Somehow you look content. If I weren't so traumatized and worried about your safety I would've laughed. 

Teachers swarm around you like a pack of hungry wolves. Some wore worried and pained looks while some were busy discussing "stuff". I wanted to scream, shout and throw a fit or something. Why weren't the ambulance here already? Aren't they supposed to be doing their jobs? Friends, who were much closer to you than I was, were crying. Especially her. We were so lost. Like sheep without its sheppard. Your friends tried calling your parents, your brother. I swear if they knew what was to befall you, they would offer to take your place anytime. Watching them, I somehow felt I should have tried to know you better. The only thing I could do was comfort them and be comforted. 

I said a prayer for you to recover quickly. So did the rest of my class. Come back to us soon. We missed you already. 

 xoxo