23 Syaaban 1429 / 24 August 2008

Dear Diary, sorry I didn’t reply your call the other day. I was too busy with things that I didn’t arrange well. My apology. I am tired today. Significantly exhaustive that I slept baina Asr wa Maghrib. But it was wonderful. The first thing in the morning, I managed wake up very early to prostrate and to wish. The atmosphere was different with all the different races in front and beside me. Don’t be jealous Diary. =)

The next best thing, all my team mates I espected to come were present this morning for our match. We missed the other two players, but we did well. And I scored one. Eat that, Diary !

But the best thing of all was that I had a chance to reflect on myself for the deeds I did. =( So many times that I left myself in such a loss when I whine and bicker when I help people. I was helping some people moving out today. A three storey house to another three storey house. Why can’t they find a house with only two at most? Oops. My apology to them. And the best thing is, the kitchen is always on the first floor, and they have nothing on the ground floor. Oops. I’ll stop.

For the whole period while helping, or I’d say helping, I was bickering of this and that. Until the time when I was driving alone back to the first house, that I asked myself, a reason for me to be rewarded. And I almost cried. It was bad, Diary. I felt bad. Really bad. My apology.

Diary, don’t read yourself to others. Never. If I could, someday I’ll share this on my own with people.

I’m off for a bath. I’m feeling itchy. Winning sweat, alhamdulillah ! =)