In a blog post few months back, I said I can't imagine what it feels like losing your one and only mother/father.

I lost my grandmother on Monday. She might be just a grandmother but I've been living with my grandparents since the day I was born. They brought me up so technically they are my parents.

Well, back to my statement... I'd say it's an unimaginable feeling. It kinda feel like I'm a dilapidated building, ready to collapse any time soon. My one and only comforter, pillar of strength is gone. It's been only two days but I'm already missing every single thing about her. Her motherly embrace, her cooking, the way she smell, the way she sleep, and even her constant nagging. 18 years is not enough. I wish we had longer time together. May we meet again, insyAllah.

"do not bring drinks inside the classroom. one time a long time ago, a student spilled coffee into the electric sockets and it messed up the electrical system. there was a blackout and we all had to go home."
(students gasps)
"just kidding. we had to change classroom." 

 ^quoting my favourite faci 

it has been a pleasant experience so far.

i've got cool classmates and i'm looking forward to spending the whole semester with them.