Skip to main content

Food and Gratitude

Today I woke up late since I have no class and I slept kinda late last night surfing the internet. Since I was really blurred and sleepy, I sat at the sofa doing nothing (reading the latest issue of Bleach actually). The empty stomach of mine asked me to fill it with something to eat. It was already 2:00 pm, but I am toooooooo lazy to cook for lunch.

The reason? Night arrived early during winter; it will be dark outside by 4:30 pm, and we usually eat for dinner at 5-6 pm So usually we 'push' our lunch to become dinner (but not dinner to supper). Breakfast sometimes become lunch.

At first I thought to just order food from (eventhough I had little money left). I almost cried (manga style T.T ) when I think about foods and my money. When I take a look at my refrigerator, suddenly I got an inspiration to make a simple breakfast (or lunch? I don't know). I said to myself that "at least I won't die of hunger *desperate smile* ". Then, I started to cook~ I made a sandwich using two slice of bread, a Boca patty, hash brown, scrambled eggs and mayonnaise. That was my desperate attempt to make something that can fill my stomach: just add anything that seems to fit. I made three of them, each one for me, Irshaad and Khairi.

When I eat it, I felt like want to cry again (no, this is not Yakitate! Japan). It was not because the food is delicious (it is, in fact), but it was because the sandwich really made my stomach full. For the first time ever I felt something like this. Usually I never get full with my own cooking. What can I say? I guess this is the way Allah shows me to be grateful with the foods around me. I don't have to buy food from restaurant :) Even though I am not a good cook like Irshaad and Khairi, I still have the skill to make great and simple food, breakfast especially. Thank you Allah for this great little event that you showed me :)


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

New College Life In UKM

After intentionally abandoning my blog for around 6 weeks, I think it's about time I write something about what is currently happening in my life.

Since the last time I updated, I haven't done anything much. I met some of my friends, and mostly spent my time with my families and explaining to every single one of them about "why" am I not returning to the States. Most of the them accept the fact easily and told me to be strong, work hard in the future and don't make the same mistake (which usually just simplified to "don't play games too much")

Because of What Someone Said

So a few days ago, I visited Borders Bookstore in IOI City Mall to get a book for a friend of mine. Incidentally, it is also my favorite bookstore, due to its quite nice selection of books and its location from my house. Anyway, the book that I wanted to buy was The End of Average by Todd Rose. I already finished that book (I want to write about it as well later), so I recommended it to my friend and she asked me to buy one for her. I had an exam on the day after but as far as I'm concerned, reading is more important than any exams that I will most likely forgot in a few weeks.

Also, each time I visit a bookstore, I will always walk out the store with at least one book. So, besides the book that I intended to buy, I bought two other books because I found it interesting. I know, it is a truly 'good' idea to buy two books when you have an exam tomorrow. In this post, I want to talk about the reason why I picked up one of the books.

The Master Algorithm, written by Pedro Domi…

Being Different Is Lonely

From our ages, I know that I am different from most of my classmates. Naturally, most of them are three years younger than me, but that is not the problem. In fact, I had the most fun surrounded by them. They don't treat me differently just because I'm older. I think I am blessed with the fact that there are others who are older than the average (those who were born in 1993) in the batch.
I think I am not as matured as someone of my age should. But then again, there's no guideline on how matured a person should be or how you to be a mature person. Though my guidelines are basically these two: when you can prioritize and you can be responsible towards your actions. I don't know if I have these two qualities, but I know I am working towards it, slowly but surely.
Anyway, being older doesn't make me automatically different from the others. But there are certain things that make me feel.. different, and sometimes isolated. Like at this moment of writing, I am overwhelm…