How's your day been so far? I don't think it'd be too presumptuous of me to say that most of you would probably agree with me when I say that life is grand, but only most of the time it. Unfortunately the past two days were probably the exception to the rule.
The past weekend was in truth rather harrowing for some of my friends and family. Min's having some problems of her own, and the annoying thing is I can't do much to help her out. She's always been a good friend, and it pains me not to be able to anything other than tell her that I'm always here should she need someone to talk to. On top of that, Uncle Rashid has contracted dengue; when my dad found out, me and him sped off to Shah Alam to donate blood and to be with him.. he looked scared.. kesian. I really felt sorry for him.. he's fallen into some hard times, and again, I feel like kicking myself for not being able to do anything, especially since they rejected my attempts to donate blood (claiming that my veins were not visible enough etc etc.. yadda yadda..). The sight of Narissa crying is something I don't ever want to witness again.
*You can't save the world, Ahmad. You can't. There's just not that much of you to go around to begin with..*
Yeah, tell that to this too-big-for-its-own-good heart of mine, why dontcha?
Oh.. and it worries me that I am starting to have an imaginary sidekick teling me stuff. I need to go out more. :P
Before I go, lemme just put in a special tribute to my mom. She's so worried that her bachelor son won't be able to eat a proper sahur that she prepared some frozen meals for me to bring back to KL.. not only that.. she even prepared the set menu for moi!!!! Allah... truly a mother's love is endless. As my Indonesian maid at home puts it, "sayangnya emak sampai ke mana-mana, sayangnya anak sampai ke tangga saja". She's a smart woman indeed.
Anyway, for you Muslim readers, selamat berbuka puasa!!
BAJOH: Stable at RM23.
Regards,
Ahmad
