Betullah orang kata hidup ini penuh dengan misteri yang sukar dijangka.
Two weeks ago a friend invited me for makan-makan. her bestfriend was there too. She was my junior in school some 21 years ago.. We talked about old friends, past and present.
It dawned to me there's so many things we never expected will happen. Like the most gorgeous girl in her class is still single.. There are some predictable news too. Like the one who is so dilligent is leading a prosperous life.
Later that night, i googled for few friends name. Most of them are in facebook, but some still MIA. Something wonderful crossed my mind. Since the boyfriend's name quite unique, so why not?
Was flabbergasted when found out, the guy married someone else. I mean, it was like yesterday this friend showed me boxes of beautiful and meaningful cards from the then bf. They were such jolly good couple, and very much in love..
I couldnt find anything on the friend tho.
People said life is like a play. If so, as i see it my play is coming towards the end. We (people at my age) had passed our rising action phase. Having brave the struggles and hiccups, now we are in the phase of giving way to new people, new things and new beginning. Make short we are in the falling action part, where after climax were reached, we are in the process of discovering the resolutions.
Unlike Shakespeare, I dont think my hour that i strut and fret on stage signifying nothing.
What makes he thinks so?
well... i dunno why i blog about this. Maybe because suddenly i felt so sad and despair. Or maybe the demise of the bus driver in the bus this afternoon had some effect on me.
It affected me a lot.
Since Acho borrowwed my car to go to Hulu Selangor so I decided to stay at Stadium after afternoon event ended at 5.30 until evening event which will start off at 8.30p.m. At 6.00p.m most of the MSSPK participants were off to their hostel except for few people who prefer to stay.
Thats when a lady knocked the musalla door and informed that one of the bus drivers passed away peacefully in the bus, only discovered when d kids finished the events and thronged the bus.
Wasnt it sad, to go without saying goodbye to your love ones?
"Kesian ye keluarga dia, misti tunggu-tunggu dia balik.." these were exchanged among the crowd who were there at that time.
While the details was yet to be known, but somehow, i was a bit emotionally unstable.
Luckily an old fren came, and she gave me a lift home. I skipped the night event.
Ironically the same friend who invited me for makan-makan last 2 weeks invited me over for a plate of spaghetti tonite. I obliged half heartedly.
All the incidents and anecdotes juz make me lost my appetite...
So saya makan 2 pinggan je..
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