right, tell me again why we fast. to abstain, to devote our time to God, to feel what the unfortunate ones have been feeling, to restrain and to manage our willpower. yes. but shit, if you're gonna test my patience like this every single day every single time, with every increased intonation, i dont think i can stand it anymore.
give me normal days, but fastingdays are supposed to be mellowed dammit. if im gonna be so uptight when you're sreaming your head off, i would rather be someplace else. or gone. hah.
that would be pleasurable, yes.
counting down to almost 2 weeks to hariraya, and i feel so rushed. house is far from being prepared and well, im working every other day. it doesnt seem fair like this, but if money's coming in good, i dont give a damn.
and dont you feel sad when fasting ends because nothing seems worthwhile anymore. atleast when ramadhan comes, you feel your purpose and peace. yes, despite the very big bulging stomach, i feel at ease. like's everything on reset again. you wont get it until you get it, got it?
right. back to painting the walls white and then a huge splash of colour. purple violet lavender maybe this year, or hmmm, suggestions maybe. im sick of blue and yellow.
that mango bag is flying around in my mind.
and that shoes, yummy. we'll see wont we.