I just had a plate of nasi kandar. And 30mins post prandial, tadaaaaa~ I became the sleepyhead looking confused in front of my desktop. Then here I am, trying to wash it off. Looks like I am gonna failed this mission soon too.
Is it too much MSG? Or too much happiness from a plate full of carbs that lead to all of this? I am confused myself. Nonetheless, bersyukur lah nak oiiii. Jiran sebelah tu makan tulang je gamaknya.
I work so much better on an empty tummy earlier on. Got nearly quarter of the workloads done. And now, I am at the risk of not getting anything further. Alahai la nasi kandar.
See, merapu.
Anyway, I ordered the latest book by Mizi Wahid, Grieving with God (non-fiction) last week. Hope it reach me soon because this soul is tired and needing some new kick on the frontal lobe. I tried getting back to brisk walking, running and weight lifting. Those seem blunt lately, with unpredictable weather especially in the late noon. I cant do those inside - there is no joy of adrenaline within any confined walls. I need the charming carpets of cloud and sun light, mixed with carbon monoxide exhaled from humans lungs. Those are the happy mixture of good adrenaline combating the cortisol splurge.
Trash note ahead.
A friend called for a meet up during Sepang MotoGP which gonna happen sometimes this October. He handsomely offered the grandstand premium seat along with the other old friends. Sadly, those dates are blocked for my department in view of major exam happening during that period of time. Orang lain exam, kita la kena kerah kerja sampai lunyai. Dunia kapitalis. Begitulah. Mehhhh.. So goodbye to that sponsored ticket. Ariezabohari is sad, sadder and saddest.. That could be my first ever MotoGP in attendance. Melepas.
Kutupalong Cox Bazaar Refugee Camp. 2018.
Out of the sudden, I am now thinking about this humanitarian mission that I joined 6-7 years ago. I miss those days. Being selfless, feeling tiny and inspired by those activists all around the globe. Offering nothing major, other than some act of services, humanity and hope.
The same NGO called me for some flood rescue mission few years back, but I had to turn it down because it clashed with work commitments. Banjir kat Kelantan haritu pun ada satu NGO opened seat to volunteer, but I was really not at my best. Said no from the very beginning. Nak offer diri pegi G---, memang agak mustahil di situ, unless kita ni is someone well known di mata pihak aktivis kebangsaan or the kementerian. Hence, kita buat la kat peringkat yang kita mampu je ye.. Semoga peluang banyak datang bergolek kembali. Ariezabohari needs those grounding moments back. To remind me to always be thankful, because no matter how low I feel, there are lots of other people who suffer worse than me. Apalah sangat dengan secalit kesusahan yang kita rasa kadang-kala ni kan..
Maka nikmat Tuhan yang manakah yang ingin engkau dustakan? Surah Ar-Rahman.
Ok dah la. From nasi kandar, to Cox Bazaar. Kau rasa? Train of thoughts ni memang random betul.
~ semoga yang tertindas, Allah pelihara, dan mereka baik-baik sahaja ~