Today, InsyaAllah genap 3 hari puasa. My iftar had been moderate. I went home, started to rush from 430 p.m. just after Asr' prayer. First day fasting, I had murtabak which I bought at Sect. 8 and a Kelantanese Ayam Percik. As I've guessed, I only managed to finished half the percik, and continued to eat it during sahur. Nope. I haven't been to Nenek's.
What for? If I only bring trouble to the family. Let them break their fast with their adopted daughter. Anyway, there's always this food for him, this food for her, this one for *that*, this one for *there*. Argh! malas. Sulking? yeah you bet. I don't want to end up heartache. I don't want to pretend I'm okay with the idea of eating the leftovers (the untouched food reserved by him or her, this and that) Tak baik. So better to break fast alone at my cosy home. Then later on, I can easily go for Tarawikh at a nearby mosque. I miss break fasting and sahur with my family. At least if Dilot, Taro or Effi is around...huehue!
Sahur had also been moderate. Just 3 kurma and a glass of water. I've been so lazy to go downstairs. So far so good. I can steadfast by this minimal input of food. But those Ramadhan Galore pullover really made me cringe with desire...nafsu nafsi. Those variety of colours, food and taste. well, been there done that anyway. But to waste yourRM60-Rm90 per buffet? I think that's a big waste. AlLah tak suka unless kalau kita makan semua, which is impossible, and BTW, bukan ke kita kena makan ketika lapar, berhenti sebelum kenyang.
Perut penuh = malas = nak tido = tak solat = tak tarawikh= penyakit
Friday ni pulak, we'll go home by 415 huehue...nice! tomorrow hafta pick up Taro. She wants to break fast at Nenek's. Yelah, unless Taro/ Dilot ada, I'm ok. meriah sikit ada own family to find solace at...
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