at times like these, I wish that I have taking faculty of medicine instead of this architecture school, listening to my mother's advice (based on her temporary addiction to Grey's Anatomy). I wish I know more about things. Maybe about how to read those scary-white-machine with digital screen showing colorful graphics. Or simply how to press my emotion down the surface so people won't know.
at times like these, I wish I had taken a picture with him, I wish I had spent more time to study so I can show him what have I done here in school. I wish I had spent more time listening to his words.
at times like these I cry after listening to a song without even feeling related to the song. I cry after I wash my face to hide the teary eye. I cry even by doing my assignment, thinking that I might not be able to told him that I have this done.
And at times like this, carpe diem, quam minimum credula posturo is not just a saying. It's a real thing. Big real thing.
Get well soon. I miss you. and I mean it.
"And We charge no soul except [with that within] its capacity, and with Us is a record which speaks with truth; and they will not be wronged. (23:62)"