Irfan was discharged last Tuesday.
Thank God for that.
I think the nurses at KK pun sujud syukur..
one less maniac patient, bulldozing down the hospital corridors

He is home now, back to his usual tak tau diam self.
but im not complaining.

anyway, im here now, sitting at NIE library, finishing up on commenting on the hundreds of threads in the blackboard.
i find the shorter entries more interesting, i dunno whether anyone bother reading the long ones. so im keeping my comments short n sweet.

and sitting here all alone, with the lappie and music, some memories are fast flooding my mind. NIE sure does have some good memories.
i was dating the last time i was here.
and that itself, made the whole world felt so much different; brighter and chirpier.

but of coz, the one memory that stood out starkly from my mind, was being locked up right here in the library with my , back then, boyfriend, but now, husburnt lah.
well it was a pretty long story, but to cut it short, they closed the library without checking if anyone was still around.
apparently, we were not the only two goons inside, two other people later emerged from some corner and together,
we found ourselves face to face with a locked door and shutters.

the empty libary was still brightly lit, thank god.
but it felt like the movies, where we were transported into some other time zone where other people just disappeared from the face of the earth.
so silent. so empty.

come to think of it, i cant remember now, how we got out. yahh..must ask him later.
but we did in the end.
brought to the security room or sumthin and had our matriculation cards checked, blah blah.
the boyfren wasnt even in NIE then, and was found out.
the guard took that as a way to turn the tables and made it an issue,
when we were the ones, who were wrongfully locked up. cheh!

well, it was quite funny
and so, with that memory and a few others, i do have fond memories of this place.

and now that im back here as a student again,
i sometimes forget that im going home to my own place and a son waiting at home.
and that im not meeting the boyfrien after this and going out for a movie, or town or dinner.
coz that's pretty much the memory associated with this place.

well anyway,
till later....