Assalamualaikum people. Hey, I think it's been awhile since I've posted anything. About life anyway.
So yeah, a lot of things has been going on lately. First things first, work is great. Colleagues are awesome. Work scope is still okay, nothing I can't handle, yet. The politics is a bit messy (bila joa nda, haha), but I don't want to get entangled in that ugly mess (Hahaha! Better remain neutral and stick by myself). The money is well, a bit easy money, but I'm grateful to Allah for giving me a secure job at such a young age.
Second is, today, Saturday, is my last day off. I've been on a one week holiday this week (Ooohhh~~ Paradisee~~~) but everything has an end. And I'm seeing my holiday ending so fast. Huhuhu. But I am looking forward to get my ass back to work. I miss it to tell you the truth. Hahaha. So yeah, bye-bye holidays, hello loji again. Hahaha.
Third is, well today is the first of Ramadhan, and alhamdulillah for the first day of fasting. Happy Al Mubarak Ramadhan to all my Muslim brothers & sisters out there. So as usual, Fendy's Corner will start tomorrow and I won't be able to join (as usual, hahaha). Actually, this year, I wanted to join my father and brothers on the Tamu Ramadhan, but then I couldn't because then I would have to leave my mother alone at home. Huhuhu. Don't want to leave her alone, kesian mami. So yeah, have to cancel that plan. But since it's fasting month, we don't have to work till 4.30pm no more. Hahaha. Will be going back home at 2.00pm (instead of 1.30pm I had on my previous job). Honestly, it's the main reason why I was so excited to get back to work. Hahahaha! Then going home, and lend a helping hand on the preparations of the Tamu Ramadhan. Then it will be only me and mami. Just the two of us. Home alone. And honestly, we like it that way. Hahaha.
Fourth is, you might've read my post before this. Yes, my beloved friend Nurul Azizi bin Shahri passed away yesterday. He was one of the victims of the Bell 212 crash in Rempayoh this Friday. I was so shocked to hear this news. I saw one of my friends in Facebook mentioning about this, then I got curious and told my family about it. My sister-in-law mentioned about it to me after that, then she told me the names of the victims of the crash. And one particular name hit me real hard in the face. Honestly, I didn't really remember his real name, since the last time I saw him was on 2008, the last year of our lives as high school students. We shared two classes together and we grew quite attached to each other, since we share the same interests, and our jokes goes in one straight smooth line. I remembered always asking him to eat lunch with me and he always complied. I remember sharing Jeff Dunham's jokes with him. I remember both Sociology and GP classes with him. I remember laughing with him. After hearing the news of his passing, suddenly all these memories hit me in a nausea-tic rush. Everything, every single thing about him was like imprinted in my head. Even though, we haven't seen each other in years, it feels like it was just yesterday I sat in the same class room with him.
We (me & friends) went to his funeral this morning. Immediately a sense of familiarity hit me as soon as I saw his home. I had the same exact feeling when we (the familia) lost my brother. So I can say I know how they are feeling. I was brought back to the time when we had my brother's funeral. Alhamdulillah Arwah Zizi's funeral went smoothly. He was and always will be a good guy, a great friend. And we (his friends, anywhere, everywhere) will forever miss him.
So yeah, that's about it. This is one of the big events in my life. The passing of a friend. A friend well liked by anyone, well loved by his close friends & family. But maybe Allah have more bigger plans for him up there.
And last, but not the very bit least is..... I am truly irrevocably missing on Rypeen so much. Hahaha! Life goes on, even after death guys. Don't ever forget that.
I'll miss you Zi. Al-Fatihah for him.
