6 days have past and i am still not up on the move. although the fever have subsided but, the throat is as sore. each time i swallow, the left ear is painful and i hardly have any voice.
here i thought by going to the workshop will be a good idea than be in the theatre but, it is kinda same for me. during training, i had to introduce myself, interact with others, play some games and work on the tasks given as a group.
saw Hasan at the bus stop this morning. a few things to ask but, i've no voice, so.. lupakan saja. i told him to draw a distance from me because, i wouldn't want him to be infected by my URTI.
i am hungry but, i don't have the appetite because, i can't swallow. the first day i couldn't get up and i badly wanted to eat but, i can't. i cry. hehhe..
but, i am glad that i sail this fever without someone. =)
i went back to dsot on my first training day. Abg Ros tanya kenapa suara macam rockers. sejak kat mot ni, macam2 pulak. i told him, 'abg tak tau ke? Ifa ada band kat sini. kitorang jam kat belakang tssu.' tsk tsk. 'padanlah kat sini banyak e-case. korang tak buat kerja rupanya!' hehhe
i miss them. i really miss each and everyone of them. they told me to take care of myself. giving me a non stop encouragement. tell me not to disappoint them. i remember, 'don't disappoint the old horse ya, Ifa?' whenever they ask how is mot? i can't say... good. nice..
because.. i am still adapting. i am learning. Insya'allah satu hari nanti, i will be comfortable here just like back then in dsot.
i am not likely to give up easily before i do it. i believe that Allah SWT is guiding me through the process.
adious. got to go..
