okay hush now. i was practically blaming myself to death when i woke up this morning very late, slept off very early some more yesterday, so the time interval between slept early and woke up late is too much, referring to the fact that i wasn't supposed to sleep early nor wake up late. still. yes. to add some more hatred to that, i did actually open my eyes like a baby who just came out of womb and see the world's so bright and shiny, at around 6 o'clock. then after a moment of cursing, hating, blaming myself, keeping busy on the question of 'WHY,WHY,WHY?' on my messed mind, i unimaginably slept off, again. so there you go. i should just dragged myself out of bed and go wash my face or something just to tear the sleepiness away from my system. rather, i closed my eyes whilst actually thought of me, getting out of the bed and go wash my face or something , in my dream.
come down now you narcissistic small child.
well what else? oh yesterday, i stole some time to indulge myself in reading a novel, which i abandoned for almost a month or so. because exam is burdening me somehow, so i couldn't quite manage to work with both textbooks and novel at the same time, so i chose what's important the most, which wass textbooks, no question asked. but because yesterday had been the 'day of torture' since my Pathology paper got screwed up by vague non-answered, so i took the chance to get hooked up with my novel back. if you want to know the truth, i wasn't the geeky version of Daniel Humphrey in being a bookworm, because i wasn't really into reading once upon a time. but then there was one moment when i suddenly thought of doing something worth of my time, meaning not just spending my time aimlessly, i then decided to buy novel and started to implant likelihood in reading, novel or magazine or every reading material in that matter. In that sense, i thought novel was the best of all. so the first book i bought was 'The Guardian', if memory serves well. i liked it to say the least. so i bought some more and more books, and the last book i bought was IQ84, Haruki Murakami. okay. sorry. Nina bought it for me, but i am guessing there's no need of explaining the 'who buys it for you' when the important thing is 'what i have read'? so yeah. yesterday i tried to read few pages of IQ84 since it is the thickest book i ever have, if you exclude all of my medical textbooks, even though they haunt me everyday, staring at me every time to get me to read them but i reject them every time. i was able to finish off one chapter,kudos for that, then ruthlessly slept off.
so now i guess, back to text book since Microbiology is up tomorrow?
okay then. ciao.
''Allah does not burden any human being with a responsibility heavier than he can bear.Everyone will enjoy the fruit of the good that one has earned and shall suffer for the evil that one has committed.(O Believers, pray like this to Allah: ) "Our Lord, take us not to task if we forget and lapse into error inadvertently. Lord! lay not on us the kind of burdens that You had lain on the people before us.Lord, lay not on us the kind of burden that we have not the strength to bear. Be kind to us, forgive us and show mercy to us. You are our Protector : help us against the disbelievers." (2: 286)
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