Wow, 1st day of ramadhan is on a sunday. And i woke up feeling all sleepy(duh) cos i slept at midnight after watching soccer. Yes, arsenal won 3-0.Hahaha..finally man, henry's got his spirit back. Anyway, it was weird sahur-ing with only mum, ita and dad (i wonder how long he can tahan..) since the other 2 kena tembak earlier on. So sad.
As i lay down on the cold floor of my living room(more like sprawled on the floor), watching tv while mum is trying desperately to pretend not to sleep, i cant help but feel like there is something missing. I can feel the fasting mood in the air, its undescribable, you just feel it, and its lovely. I can see other muslims preparing for the days ahead to Hari Raya. Suria has started to load everything that has to do with Hari Raya on tv.
Where was i again? Oh yeah, i think im missing late grandma again. So much. i know i should move on but its hard to do that when you've known that person and lived in the same house all your life. She was part of my childhood and, to have that part taken away from you, its very heartbreaking. I miss her more during the fasting month, dont know why. alamak, gotta get back to kitchen to help mum prepare the ingredients for break fast later. Ciao
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