Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.
Hey guysss! Finally, I have an ample time and the mood to update this blog. Fuhh *tiup habuk* haha. To be honest, I have a few posts in the draft that I should have posted a long time ago, but then those posts are not well written with incomplete paragraphs and no-mood-to-continue writing, so I decided to discard them all, muahahaha.
We already finished our 4-week reproductive system and currently in a new system, musculoskeletal system. Apparently, there is a lot of names of bones and muscles to be remembered, not to forget the procedures and steps of physical examinations during the clinical sessions. The final semester examination is getting closer and closer. The extensive list of topics for both theories and clinical skills makes me freak out inside every time I try to remind myself about it, but chill Dylla chill, don't let the panic attack knocks the sympathetic pathway in you.
'I almost died for 2 times' seems kinda over-exaggerated, but it's true though that I said, "Alhamdulillah, still hidup." for 2 times this week. Oh, and I just realised it was the same person who called my name, "Dyllaaa" when encountering both incidents haha.
The first incident happened when Sanaa and I were walking from Vista to IMU. The distance to IMU is just about 5-minute away from Vista, minus the waiting time for the lift and walking from the block gate to the guard house. As usual, we waited for the traffic light to turn red before crossing the road. The cars completely stopped, and we crossed the 2-lane road, walking in front of a white Myvi. As we were just in the middle of the first lane, suddenly the Myvi moved and almost hit me on my hip. With an increase in the normal tone, Sanaa said "Dyllaaa" and pulled me fast. I was aware that the Myvi moved really slow, but we never know what could happen though. The person might accidentally put a lot of pressure on the gas pedal and an unforgettable incident can happen instead.
To think back about the second incident makes me tee-hee. I felt shy and ashamed rather than feeling scared haha. After a 1-hour class by Dr Shar Mariam ended, Sanaa, Fatin and I were really hungry, so we decided to go to Pandai Serai (IMU cafe) to have a lunch. As we already waited for the elevator for a long time, I, being the most eager person to go for lunch simply went into the elevator after a bunch of people without realising that there was no one pressing the open button. The elevator door closed when I was entering, and yes it literally closed, causing my body being compressed between the 2 hard metals haha. I heard Sanaa called my name, but it occurred in the blink of an eye. Sanaa and Fatin asked me whether I was okay or not and I replied yes. But, somehow my inner voice said, "Alhamdulillah, tak terkepit." Imagine if the lift was like the one in Final Destination where the girl's head was being chopped off from her body.. err let's not think too far.
Alhamdulillah. I'm still alive and have the chance to repent and do good deeds. Every day is a brand new day. Focus to live the day to the fullest, rather than thinking about the past that you can't change. Bad thing that happened in the past is something for us to learn from, so that it won't repeat in the future. Have a good day!
P/s: I'm so sorry for the long silence. Later I'll have a blogwalking to those blogs who always pay this blog a visit and leave comments. Thank you so much!