dari rasa lapar.. terus rasa kenyang

it was like 8.50pm sumthing, just after general chemistry lab class. i was < insert any superlative > hungry. i think it's because of the calsium i ate during lab( nah just kidding!!!) anyway, im not kidding bout the hungry part(sik makn bah sebelum gi kelas ne gayaㅠ.ㅠ ). then i went to the surau for isyak prayer while complaining bout my empty stomach. i met lukman hakim ( my neighbour at officestel in case u didnt know, we shared most of our kitchen stuff and eat on daily basis) ondaway there and " lukme, lapo lah ( dengan muka mintak mkan)". and he answered, "lapo? mkan! ha.. lapo.. masok,ngantok? tido, letih.. rehat, kalau ado rasa kekosongan tu... solat." with a sincere look while passing me by. and god knows how.. i felt i ate sumthing. enough to say im not that hungry anymore. well, it seems simple.. but there are two things that make me felt satisfied maybe.. i guess. the part he said if i felt any emptiness.. i should solat. and second of all, i just realise... he was going to cook for me ( just kidding haha ).  he's indeed a good friend ^^. not becoz he cooks for me everyday or cut my hair last night. but for reminding me of those thing i sometime forget. haha. im not being gay or anything. nothing wrong in saying good things bout your friend rite?

ah watever..phew2  

just in case u need to make hard choices..

remember when we used to learn a poem by robert frost? it was in middle school ( form 2-3) if my memory serves me correctly. well.. at first  i hated it. it's just another poem to come out in exam and make my life worst. but somehow out of nowhere.. it keeps on hitting me back during most of the difficult part of my life. and later i finally understand what it meant. not by notes for PMR, but rather life changing event, turning points of life.. or just a time where u know  u just couldnt go back. and it helps more or less at those time. anyway, just another fruit of thought. wont hurt by reading it and make my day ^^

the road not taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;      5

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

robert frost