Final Call

Yes final call. Its my final semester this year. Starting by tomorrow, i am the senior student. Some may say its a good thing and we shall celebrate and cherish the end of the semester.

There is a little something i want to share. I know during chinese new year, there have been alot of happenings, and yes i hate it too myself. My grandma in the hospital, my dad going weird on the family business, and not able to see my cousins again due to my dad temper hasn't gone down.

But i had a blast during the 3rd day of chinese new year with my mum's side relatives. We had an reunion dinner and of course not forgetting chinese style karaoke xD. Those are just my mere memories now. Same goes to my beloved lecturer.

Ms Aizati. She is a lecturer, a friend, and also a rocker.

When i first met her, i thought she was just a student. Due to she is really small in sizes and doesnt look like a lecturer. xD It was my 3rd semester. When our first class with her. I remember my first time talking to her face to face. She is the kindest lecturer i have ever met in the university since i step into any classes. She never treated us like a students at all, but as a friend.

Our friendship grew more as we meet her again in semester 4 and 5. She brings us out for a field trip and introduce us to her friends which are working in the industry. More over helping us entering contest and such. She see so much potential in us and tries in her every way to help us grow.

I owe her so much as she often loves to sit with us and tell us about her experience, her life story, how she become what she is now. The things that often a normal lecturer wont share nor tell. She even points out which is her fav bikes to travel with as we admire rocking mum style!

Life is short, when she was taken away from me. She had an accident when she was on the way to her speed bike racing. The moment i still remember when my friend Thing Thing, sent me a late night message. I was shock and filled with coldness. Thinking and hoping my friend was just joking about it. But I was wrong... very wrong... Just only a couple of weeks before she passed away, there was depressing news about her. She was leaving my university and quitting as a lecturer. At least she is offering her hand in help if we need any even though when she isnt a lecturer in my uni anymore. After that message i received, i figured, its all gone. She is really gone. Gone from my life, my sight... but never my mind and heart...

During that time of sadness, there is one song that i was listening to and gives me strength.

Nickleback - If today was your last day.

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day’s a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day

Against the grain should be a way of life
What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try
So live like you’ll never live it twice
Don’t take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it’s never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
‘Cause you can’t rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin’ stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

Thankfully during my orientation, my lecturers did a short silent moment for Ms Aizati, but there wasnt any music towards the slide show of her pictures. Eventhough, I felt sad and tears just leak from my eyes slowly wetting my cheeks.