Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I still remember how miserable it was when I was still serving my NS during fasting month as a stay out personnel. Having to wake up at 0430hrs to have my pre-dawn meal then straight leave for camp and the first thing I did upon reaching was to change to my PT kit and go for a run. Not very pleasent when it's only 0745hrs and already I'm thirsty. The day will pass by in its slowest and when it came to falling out, there will be people who purposely delay us from going back and I end up breaking my fast on my way back home, in train. Believe me, no one spared a single fucking thought.

Gone were those days. It still makes me angry thinking about it. Angry on how powerless we were, how our voices only turn a deaf ear. I'm lucky enough that my BMT wasn't in the month of Ramadhan.

Thanks to all who did not wish me 'Happy Fasting' or ' Selamat Berpuasa' or 'Selamat Berbuka'. I can't stress enough how fake and so 'primary school' that sounds. When the time comes, don't bother wishing me Selamat Hari Raya with all your 'ku susun sepuluh jari tra la la bullcrap'. It feels so wrong asking for forgiveness just because it's Hari Raye. It can be done on any other normal day, why wait till Hari Raye? I'm cool with everyone, except for a handful who I will not forgive just yet, and I almost sure that everyone is cool with me.

I may be the most bitter but nice person you know.

Fenderson out...