farewell yesterday~

• sometimes i wonder, what have i done that iv been push to a place that im not familiar in.. its kind of shocking, actually. coz the last time i lost a purse is when im standard 1 and mak was there to comfort me. i found it back, anyway. the headmaster found it for me. cool gle pengaruh mak aku. haha.
• but im a 2nd year MBBS student now.. and i dun feel telling mak, bout it.that i lost my purse yesterday. maybe somewhere near roswell or college. i don't hv a clue at all.
• the truth is, actually, im kind of rilex about it. even i did lost my whole pocket money for dis wik. i can cry, or rather, should cry. but i just told myself, ini rancangan tuhan. and i let go of my sadness. mesti tuhan tolong bila kita sabar. alhamdulillah, Allah ganti kembali yang hilang, dengan duit YM3 yg ihv not claim frm nana fawzi..=)
• and yet ironically, frm the first person till the last person that i told my purse was 'vanished', seem to response concernly and standardly, 'where was the last time i last saw/carry/etc..' instead of, do u have any money left wif u? and suddenly, i became moody and sad. because nobody ask. at least one person.. but none.
• then in the early morning, when i talk to zue bout it, i came to realize that, what ppl had done to me is the way that Allah wanted to tell me, how i was, in the past. i may not take notice of wut i responded to a dear fren who lost her/his wallet/purse but today, it struck me. it hit me...
• i must hv been the same after all. totally the same, after all.. hurm~