salam a'laik.
its nice to have people surrounding you who shows empathy to others.just now when we were about to break fast,workees,or more like waiters in casino park restaurant gave us lots of food and juices so as to make our mood so much better.few muslims work there.and to see them joined us broke fast together,the feeling was mutual.we liked to see them,they liked to see us too.well,in this case,my definition of 'like' is it is awesome to see muslim buke puase same2 without knowing each other.yes we didn't have the time to break the ice.still,as muslims,we are brothers and sisters.we are minority here,not like in malaysia where muslims are the majority of the populations and you can see people where scarfs almost everywhere.hey talked about scarf,it is so nice to see almost all the scarf shops sell the regular normal bidang 45-60 scarfs.kalau dulu susah kot,asla nak beli tudung je,ade yang terus sarung tu.they simply said 'skang da xde da fashion tudung bawal adik'.i was like what? well,wearing tudung is not just a trend my dear.
so back to the story,we were breaking fast together and we did have the opportunity to have something they usually have for break fast.something similar to fried banana and something i thought it were onions clumped together and made sticky with the help of flour and were fried,which i would like to call,fried onions.crunchier and more deli.above all,i would probably like to suggest those who live in mysore to have a break fast there.
hurm.being homesick is not a habit.a total no.but,being far away from your beloved family,no matter what country you are in,homesick is kinda habit right?or maybe more like a necessity right?because at some point,i do think that being homesick makes you feel stronger than before.you accept that you are miles away from the people you love,you want them to be near to you eagerly,then you have to be strong about it and never to break down easy.so yeah.to fight the feeling is hard,but if you succeed,you are going to anyway,it is empowering.
it was sad to wake up all of a sudden,opened your room door,and felt so disappointed in yourself for falling asleep and not be with your parents at all time,and drastically you saw an unfamiliar-not-home view.then you realized that you were not actually home.you were in india,and the feeling you got,WAS JUST A DREAM.then you lied back to your bed and cried silently,feeling heart broken simply because you were not home.yes thats what happened to me days ago.SAD.enough said.hurm
before i end this post,i would like to say,have a good day all.berpuase la ye.haha.jangan ttbe time ni plak nak gastric la ape la.haha.macam drama plak kan?wee wee wee.
taa~
its nice to have people surrounding you who shows empathy to others.just now when we were about to break fast,workees,or more like waiters in casino park restaurant gave us lots of food and juices so as to make our mood so much better.few muslims work there.and to see them joined us broke fast together,the feeling was mutual.we liked to see them,they liked to see us too.well,in this case,my definition of 'like' is it is awesome to see muslim buke puase same2 without knowing each other.yes we didn't have the time to break the ice.still,as muslims,we are brothers and sisters.we are minority here,not like in malaysia where muslims are the majority of the populations and you can see people where scarfs almost everywhere.hey talked about scarf,it is so nice to see almost all the scarf shops sell the regular normal bidang 45-60 scarfs.kalau dulu susah kot,asla nak beli tudung je,ade yang terus sarung tu.they simply said 'skang da xde da fashion tudung bawal adik'.i was like what? well,wearing tudung is not just a trend my dear.
so back to the story,we were breaking fast together and we did have the opportunity to have something they usually have for break fast.something similar to fried banana and something i thought it were onions clumped together and made sticky with the help of flour and were fried,which i would like to call,fried onions.crunchier and more deli.above all,i would probably like to suggest those who live in mysore to have a break fast there.
hurm.being homesick is not a habit.a total no.but,being far away from your beloved family,no matter what country you are in,homesick is kinda habit right?or maybe more like a necessity right?because at some point,i do think that being homesick makes you feel stronger than before.you accept that you are miles away from the people you love,you want them to be near to you eagerly,then you have to be strong about it and never to break down easy.so yeah.to fight the feeling is hard,but if you succeed,you are going to anyway,it is empowering.
it was sad to wake up all of a sudden,opened your room door,and felt so disappointed in yourself for falling asleep and not be with your parents at all time,and drastically you saw an unfamiliar-not-home view.then you realized that you were not actually home.you were in india,and the feeling you got,WAS JUST A DREAM.then you lied back to your bed and cried silently,feeling heart broken simply because you were not home.yes thats what happened to me days ago.SAD.enough said.hurm
before i end this post,i would like to say,have a good day all.berpuase la ye.haha.jangan ttbe time ni plak nak gastric la ape la.haha.macam drama plak kan?wee wee wee.
taa~
