Insomnia talks...

it's been busy...now it is less busy,

Alhamdulillah my thesis writing was completed. that's the mother of all headache. it's done. yipee! though we got mixed review from our supervisor, i can only hope that we would be confident and knowledgeable enough to fight off all the queries during the research presentation.

to celebrate our freedom, we indulge ourselves with dinner at wang solo ayam penyet and new brand of frozen yogurt in town - Snoggurt. yummy.

yummy. this is mango+chocolate yogurt. it gives of sour and sweet combination. taste just about the same as Tutti Fruiti. A+ for the interior decoration of the shop. comel sgt!

me with sleep deprived face. just look at those eye bags. aiyoo..anyway, they have this section with sofa that looks like a bed- I guess, don't exactly know how to describe it one thing for sure, it was very cozy.

 It was a huge relief when the presentation was postpone caused i'm not in my best state right now. Insomnia had kicked in. Insomnia was history... unfortunately, history was doomed to be repeated.  It's been a week, being an owl. I only slept after 7 am. my ability to focus plummeted. Basically, any information that I gain goes to my short term memory 'inbox'. That is not a good sign. Especially when final exam is coming.

Staying up is not good. it alters your metabolism- you'll tend to eat more ergo, easily to gain weight; it messes with your ability to focus on daytime and worst of all, you'll end up having eye bag with 'panda' eye effect.

So what I did during those wee hours..?

sudah siap!

asalamualaikum...

20 Jun 2012

6.45am, 

Ibnu Sina, Kolej Tun Dr Ismail

 Thesis writing completed!!

muka2 dua hari tak tido malam~~

strangers with obligation

There she lied, confined on a caged bed. As part of her safety caution so they say. In her own isolated unit. Sometime visited by strangers with duty, seldom by her own flesh and blood. Help being offered to ease her burden but almost always, she insist on doing things with her own two hands. Stands, even crawl on her own two feet. She wants to keep being independent. But she's too weak. The strive to be independent always end to no avail. She was always helped.

until one day, out of the blue, she found strength.

the strength to free herself from her caged bed and to the toilet. No one knows how. Perhaps, driven by panicked. Panicked of the sight of blood that she just coughed out from her ailing lung. But...she's too weak. The place where she stood was now the ground where she laid.

Still, she was saved. By none other than strangers with obligation.

Her strength's wearing thin. Coughing out blood became a routine. Still, she seldom seek for aid nor attention. Seldom visited by those who supposed to love her unconditionally.

Then came the day,

Coughing became unbearable. Blood spurted out beyond her limit to tolerate. She no longer possess the will to fight. She was pulse-less.

Still she survived.

But hardly living. Breathing initiated by machine...heart still pumping thanks to medicine. and the rest was under He the All Mighty to control. Visitors came....just to visit...

She fought to survive. and those strangers, had no longer possessed any power to do anything. She was no longer allowed to be saved. Her life is now in the hand of the All Mighty.  Blood pressure steadily decline, pulse became gradually weak...until none of those vitals were detectable. Two days were her limit. Her final destination had arrived.

 As she stared at death, only those strangers were by her side. Strangers who were not there because it was part of their obligation, but stayed for they were morally driven.

For they believe..

No body deserve to be alone when their time is up.