Before I proceed any further, I’d like to wish Muslim, Happy Fasting. May your good deeds flourish and be accountable in the after life.(picture: sunrisesoup)
31st August 2008. Cramped beside my grandpa with 5 other cousins. We couldn’t take the heat due to black out, so we went for a late supper.
Merdeka used to be fun when I was younger. I like fireworks and national march. I was thrilled and excited and proud of what we’ve achieved (I had no idea why I was proud). Today, it means nothing. It’s insignificant.
Anyway, since granpa is sitting next to me, I asked him what’s it like to fight Japanese and Communist. He told us a short story how he (and his batallion) battled for freedom. We’re blessed, the hardship and suffering never reached us. It saddens me somehow.
To me, Merdeka means nothing, there are people still combating poverty. I wish I could find a cure to poverty and improve their life quality, maybe one day, perhaps one day.
On other note, I was vaccinated today for my umrah. The numb feeling is still intact. I hope it goes away ASAP. I need my hand to draw and concerntrate on my pending works.