because mom and mak long is coming over soon,
i changed rooms with my housemate.
so now we have room for 3 people.
i don’t know why but i feel like something’s amiss.
i’m craving for this
i remember eating that once during the fasting month, i think.
and although someone was responding as if it’s really a pity that i’m eating instant noodles for breaking my fast, i really don’t think she gets it.
it’s not torture,
it’s like a (guilty) treat.
it’s yummy, and quick, and might be a bit unhealthy, but it’s good (in a delicious way).
so i think,
even when i might think someone is suffering,
it could be that they’re really happy and doing fine.
and i think,
even when i might think that someone is really happy and doing fine,
it could be that they are secretly suffering.
i can’t know everything,
but perhaps the least that can be done is at least, erm..care?
in a voluntary sort of way but not completely smothering/suffocating.
(now i think i’m trying to get over my “grieving” so erm. whatever~)