I think I was thinking too much until my body became tremendously dehydrated, as a result, my tonsils was swollened, heart beat was 140 beat/min, body temp was 39.4 dgree celcius. So I was rushed to the health centre, where they gave me a pill to inserted into my ass to lower my body temperature. It did felt weird. Then they did drippings on me for 2 hours. I was given whole bunch of drugs to be taken and wasn't allowed to fast until I can really get the strength back.
I have feeling that all these are part of a wish.
Silly me to wonder how does it feel like to be warded, to have needles penetrating through the skins. Silly me to wish I can be sick, so I can stay in my room with a reason, so I won't have the guilt of being useless. Now that its coming true, I'm not even allowed to leave my room accept for going to the clinic.
In other news, plan A of going to RCSI in dublin this coming september is totally screwed. I'm just one of the victims from the 2009 recession when everyone's broke. MARA told us if its not for 2009, they would have send us there. Surprisingly, as I'm dying to study in Dublin,there'
s some part of me whom wished I don't have to leave Malaysia. I guess the wish came true. Well I kinda liked my life here and I wished I don't have to be seperated with Iqbal since I totally suck in a long distance relationship. So, life goes on with plan B, which is to futher in International Medical University, where I'll be parting for the first time with all of my mates. They chose Melaka Manipal instead, be flying on the 11th of Sept. Studying in India doesn't really look appealing to me because of so many reasons. Whole 2 weeks, I spent thinking of the pros and cons of the 2 universities. Anyways, I'll go where my heart feels right, which is here, home, Malaysia.











