On my way to school yesterday, a lady, i supposed in her late 20s, pass out on the train.

It alarmed all of the passengers in that cabin because her head gave a loud bang upon hitting the floor. Even me whose mp3 is blasting loud on my ears heard that, can imagine how painful it is. Most of the passengers within 3 metres of her got up and were concerned if she needed any aids. All eyes were laid on her and i noticed that there are quite a number of people hesitating of inching forward to give her a hand. First, afraid of their help being denied (Paiseh). Second, not sure if one is able to offer any help. Put that aside, few of the kind passengers did check if the lady was still conscious. Before long, this very good-looking gentleman, dressed up in his formal, also rushed forward and quickly help the lady up. He was picking out a tissue from his bag for the lady while running(he was quite far away..) towards her and looked very worried. I find this scene very interesting. With his height and built, the actions aforementioned doesnt seemed to fit into him. Was it too graceful or? Whatever. In some ways, not sure if it was when he passed the medicated oil offered by another auntie for the lady or is it his dressing, he did appear to me like a young doctor trainee. For a few minutes before i alighted, he was still holding on to the arms of the lady in case she pass out again. What a nice young chap! Never to think that these days young kind soul(guys) still exists. Yes, am kind of biased towards guys. Typical ones.

Well no classes today. Its almost over lunch time now. Seemed like a drug i want to miss out on, suddenly i miss my friends. OLD friends. Last few days found 3 basketball in the house. One of them belonged to my brother, one was a give away when i purchased stuffs. the other one, i forgot is it the one i brought home last time? Anybody want a basketball and dont mind an old one, i'll be more than willing to give than to dump them in the dustbin. To somebody who love playing basketball, an old ball doesnt matter, i know. At times also did hate the sight of the basketball court. Hate it when i see people playing balls. Okay its more of jealousy. I felt so crippled. Having like the sports itself more than anything else for straight 6years yet couldnt play the game again. Can some divine medical deity visit me tonight and make my back fine again?