Only 3 days of fasting but I'm already craving for so many foodstuff, and these foodstuff are particular to be exact, some of which:
1. Chicken Rice; especially the one at Clementi
2. Drinks; Sugarcane juice and Dates Milkshake at Mosi Cafe
3. Chocolate; Cadbury Fruit and Nut
4. Portugese Tart; the one at Thomson
Foodtalk aside, for the benefit of others. a lot of other things are tested when a Muslim embrace this holy month of Ramadan. From the way you behave, think and say; it's just not enduring the absence of food and water. Fasting also teaches us Muslims patience, modesty and spirituality. :)
If I can't control my anger, I'll just cry. That's what I did when mom wore my Diesel shoes, for jogging(I start catching my breath at the thought of it!), now that it's stained. Seriously, I cried.
It Maybe That Allah Will Grant Love(& friendship) Between You And Those You(now) Hold As Enemies
The truth will either make or break you.
Dangerous and sweet, like Lenka’s, like how things are going with me now. Nevertheless, I can still smile and laugh with my friends, even when the not so pretty things are lingering at the back of my head. Pretentious maybe? I feel I’ve a choice you see, and that choice partially determines how I feel about things and how I handle.
Seriously, who likes weeping and pulling a long face? Ugly sia.
I want to write, I want to pen my feelings down, but some things are just stopping me. Just maybe it’s a blog, and people do blog hop, and people do Google you, and some people are just some kaypohs.
Whatever, I chose to have a blog in the first place.
Ok, as I was saying. Do you have anything or anyone that’s a paradox to everyone else? Well I do, and I’ve come to terms with it, that I’ve myself to believe in, and no one else. Everyone wants to have the best of both worlds, but when you’re caught in the middle, what do you do? I’ve a special someone that goes all the way out to try and put himself in my shoes; demonstrating his concern even if it seems negative, and I appreciate his gesture, and due to that, we are where we are now. I’ve friends, who think they understand (coz when people console and say, “I know how you feel”, no they don’t, they’re not you), and they give me pieces of advice, it may not be best, but I believe it helps. I’ve my mother who eavesdrop on my conversation late at night, at times she hear me crying, but never asks why, coz she knows her daughter is letting all out. Besides all these people around me that truly care, I only have myself to make things better for myself. Period.
Alhamdulillah, for whatever God has granted with me now.
To those who are worrying for me, I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, I'm good. :)
Because I want this to go somewhere.
