It's 4:19 pm on 1st Syawal. I was just get back from Alamanda with my beloved brother. We just looked around buying some needed things at home. Usually, around this time during the previous year, we'll be getting ready packing things up to go back to my mum's hometown. Finally, I get the feeling of celebrating this wonderful Syawal at MY hometown (sounds selfish eh..). It does feel different without all the sounds of the small kids shouting wanting this and that, all the women chatting this and that and the teenage (haha..the ladies) smiling and laughing over our beloved adorable Korean guys. I think it has been two years since I've been infected by this so-called Korean waves virus. At first I was just appreciating their (my junior and cousins) interests and passion for these Korean thingy until I began to fall deeply in love with the Super Junior on 2010. The year which so many things came my way when I was struggling hard to achieve my dream achieving my second degree and these adorable, sweet guys suddenly become my idol (after Devotees). I'm listening to their songs at this very moment.
I wonder what my relatives back at Johor are doing right now. None of us went back to my late grandparents house as we can no longer stay in there after heavy flood at Johor for the fourth time if I'm not mistaken. Lots of things happen to our family. Good things and bad things..hey..we just never know. Every little thing happens for a reason. We as His servants should have faith in Him for all the things he has planned for us. I miss our times at Johor yet I am enjoying myself here at Bangi. More like I know how to entertain myself here. Reading my favorite book, listening to my favorite songs or simply do some housework. I'm gonna have this whole one week in fact all the time before I get a job or pursue my studies (who knows I might still have that chance) to plan for what's next. Yupe, I should go and perform my Asar prayer now. Until then...
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