Have you ever wondered, why must we serve?

It’s 9.34pm and I’m already feeling damn weary. It must’ve been those early wake-up calls for sahur these past few days. Damn man.

2 weeks, or more likely 17 days, is all that it takes

for gigantic insurance companies to melt down…
for me to miss the F1 fever which I think is way too over-rated…
to decrease that Hari Raya mood in me…
for Man Utd to struggle at the start of the season (again)…
to make me wear my jeans like a hip-hop guy…
to see someone from fall from cloud nine to ground zero…

My soiled clothes smelt sour, as testified by my sister’s nose. And Mum said I can only start washing tomorrow.

It’s only 3 more fucking days to Hari Raya, can you believe it? My table top should have kuih-kuih already but it still looked the same from 2 weeks back. The curtains have remained in their sedia position for a record timing but their counterparts - the cushion covers - have managed to camouflage themselves with the wooden rattan surroundings with their new brown, yellow, orange uniform.

Coming from a country that has a high possibility of rain-shine-rain-shine-rain-shine within an hour, it suddenly became foreign to me that the pattern changed to shine-shine-shine-shine-shine-shine-rain. What’s up man!

I’ve never toasted to countdowns all these while but they soon become inevitable when they are your REAL source of motivation. Digging deep down to climb back up and move on is the toughest challenge I encountered thus far.

Are there any other big or hot news that I’ve missed out?