Life goes on....

 Well, its Monday morning once again.

Gooood Morrrrning.....

The sound of the thunder rumbling , the cars vroooming, the birds chirping gaily greet me. Its 7.13 am right now in Malaysia ,my friends in far away land. 

I predict that today would be a wet day. By the look of the sky. 

Life goes on.

I dont know about others. Right soon I open my eyes, my thought goes to my children in the capital. How would their day be today. 

I could envisaged the busy as a bee life of a teacher daughter. Before the sun comes up, she would already be in her place of work. Screening hundreds of children, sanistising their hands before ushering them into the classrooms. 

In covid time, teachers are heaped with xtra tasks that they never imagined before. Budak2 makan cikgu kena tengok, kencing berak pun kena supervise. Sampai nak isi perut sendiri pun ada masa tak cukup masa. Tu belum kena isi repot itu repot ini lagi. 

Tu guru penolong. Tak tergambar tentang busy dan bertambah tanggungjawab guru besar...

The wfh exec would clock in latest at 9 and be on the internet until 6 pm with the regular break interval. Imagine days on end the same routine. With 4 walls and no work colleague aorund... its feels rather dumb . To me lah....But on the other hand, there are the bright sides too.

Last night on Astro, a tribute was held for a contestant who passed away. Between renditions of songs, memories of allahyarhamah were related. All fond memories. She was a dear soul. 

Bila kita berbuat baik, tentu ingatan baik saja yang melekat pada kawan rakan dan sanak saudara. 

And when its time for me to go,agak2 apalah kenangan orang terhadap ku...

Ehhh..cenge nya dia. Garang tau 

Malas masak . Kesian laki makan beli kat kedai. 

Muluuuuut... hi celupaq. Semua orang dia komplen. Dia saja betoi....

or is it...

Rugilah... sapa nak masak mee kuah terbest in the world . haha.

Yes, sometimes when someone is called up there, we miss her or him dearly. It takes years to feel alright. But sometimes, there were those who you dont miss less. Or not at all. 

Its how they treat you that made you feel that way. To miss or not to miss. 

Anyhow ,any what way... life goes on until the END. Bye.

I feel dismayed at those ruthless hearts who wrote ruthless remarks oh the demise of the late Sandra. Macamlah depa ni baguih benaq. Sesuci embun dipagi hari. Rasanya orang2 yang ada hati menulis begitu, tak pernah kena tegur dengan mak bapa masa kecik. Atau dia membesaq dengan dengaq mak dia membawang , melecehkan orang tak. Kalau bab mengata satu famili berpesta... tak ada yang nak tegur..

Isssh..tak baik tau kata lagu tu. BERDOSA!

Bye... once again. Take good care of yourself.