I'm in Nibong Tebal..using my brother's lappy. Now the time is 10.18 pm..The night of Eid Fitri.
My sister in law and Hannah Humaira is here with us. Alhamdulillah..the baby is getting stronger everyday.
I'm typing this post with mixed feeling. I'm happy, sad, excited, frustrated, exhausted...
This is the first time Akmal is not here to celebrate Eid with us. Thousands of miles away from home. Yet he manage to get a taste of Raya in St. Peter.
This is the first Raya with a new family member..Hannah Humaira. She's here with us.
Today is exactly a year (in Hijr Calender) since Pak Teh warded in HKL. Now, he is fighting for his life again. Last year, we (my dad and I) were there..waiting in front of the operating theatre.
Since the last 2 weeks, I am confused. I am not sure whether I'm in love or not. (I now that some of you might try to throw up..I don't care..hehehehe)
Frustrated with one or 2 people won't harm me. But, since it involve my parents..I have the reason to be very angry at the time.
This year, I still get my duit raya. As expected, most of my family members prayed so that I'll be blessed with a good wife. Currently, I'm single and available..
I need a vacation..badly..