I’ve just had rice for brekkie. It’s that time of the month again, but this time im craving rice. lots of it. and after the usual Bismilahirahmanirrahim i make another silent prayer loud enough in my head :- “please. god. please don’t let this plate of rice that is drenched in olive oil make me fat”.
I love rice. so much, that it makes me fat. Love in general makes people fat. Which is why one has to learn to love everything and anything within balance. God always comes first.
I have 35 more days till i get out of this place. The weather is getting hotter with a humidity of Belalong. It’s crazy. With ramadhan around the corner, i pray to god again.. to make me strong enough to withstand not having a drink in the middle of the day during Ramadhan.
It’s easier to fast when you’re back home cause everyone is doing it. It’s a totally different ball game when you’re overseas. exsp when you’re not in muslim territory. The fact that i’ve been assigned to work in a ‘theme park style’ setting makes it even harder.
I could just feel the thirst creeping in during the 1st day of Ramadhan. The gates of the EXPO would be like walking through the gates of where all the different kinds of diets go to die..let alone fasting. But i’m focused on getting it right this time around. i must. im 26. 27 in less than a month. it’s time to grow up and take on more responsibility. and this includes fulfilling my religion ..oh and financial saving. inshallah, god will give me the strength to be the better muslim that i can be
my shift starts at 10. i better mandi.