Tough times do not last, tough people do #staystrong
Too many things happened since last week. I had an ultimate withdrawal syndrome. Was home for 4 days and watched both World Cup Finale and the last episode of Tajul Razin (all in one day) so when I came back to KL, I had to deal with no world cup, no Tajul Razin, and no goodness in mum's cooking.
Sigh. *imagine myself staring straight into the ceiling*
(only actually Mum packed me a whole goodness of her cooking enough for one week!)
And then we had potluck, only that the person who actually suggested the Potluck and also the person who suggested the date, FFKed. What else is new.
But it was a success anyway, we had fun, 7 of us (but of course we missed the others too, we are like that, we always missed people who never made it their business to meet us, sad to be us right?)
And then, bam. MAS lost one of their planes, again. It was a heart-wrenching night, I hadn't cried that hard ever since.
Just like that all my #firstworlproblems (world cup withdrawal whaaaa?) seems like so tiny, so very small, so nothing compared to when you die people call your body, remains.
So #staystrong. You do not know how strong you are until being strong is the only option you are left with.
PS: 4 more days of Ramadhan. I secretly wished the whole year is Ramadhan now.
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