I was crazily cramping those electric fields concepts into my mind this morning for the quiz at 1:30pm. There was still 2 hours to go, but I wasn't confidnet that I could study everything in such situation. That is a very difficult chapter and I really should balme myself for reading them just before the quiz.
Unexpectedly, my mum from Macau called me. I doubted her purpose since she told me 3 things: first, about me, second, about a friend, and third, about my brother. I think that it's the news of my friend which made her called me though.
That friend of mine is dead. I still remember how he stared at me whenever we saw each other. He's 2 years older than me but he looks young since he's not tall. We were learning violin from a same teacher a couple of years ago, and since we started together, we always met each other during examinations, in between classes, and besides, our mothers know wach otehr well. He was a quiet guy; I never saw him smile. That's also the reason why a loquacious person in everyone's eyes was still afraid to approach him, and that's why we never talk much.
I sitll remember that as a 14 year-old girl, I did have the tendency to talk with him. That's because of all the stories I heard about him from my mother. I didn't try though, perhaps he's not that important, or perhaps I just dind't really put that into my mind. However, now he's dead, I suddenly recall it again, and I remember that I did want to talk to him about something not that serious. Well, I never got the chance to do so though it's not important.
How lucky that it's not important. If not, I will have a regretful feeling. My mum likes his mum a little bit and she doesn't know how to approach her these days. When I heard the description of how he died, I feel scary and pitiful. It was so painful! How can such a weak guy (in my eyes) bear that type of pain - not the pain from his bursted skull, but the pain from knowing that he's never going to see his beloved parents, friends, teachers, etc? Would he have a plan to tell something to somebody too? Did he tidy up his room before he leaves? Or, did he say goodbye to his mother when he went down the stairs at that 7am?
My Physics quiz was an accident - that handsome Newton gave a question from the assignments but most of the class, including me, didn't predict that. I would probably drop that quiz. Or, I must. That wasn't an accident, though, I expected that as early as last night when I first started to study about it.
I am contented about my situation now. Living itself is the most enjoable feeling sometimes, and the process should be emphasized rather than the result. I start to like Physics.
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