midnite managerie (yet again)

sunday just began. 48 minutes ago.
you know what,
earlier i was asked to do a shift at coles from 3 PM to 12 midnite.
If i accepted it, I'd be on my way home now.
tired.
exhausted.
smelly. =P

but ey, i said i cant work today.
not that i can't.
i just dont want to.
see, thats why i love casual jobs.
no commitments.
flexible.

*hff* funny.
people asked for shifts.
even desperate to get some longer shifts.
why?
more shifts. more money. easy peasy.
i dont need money?
yes. i do.
but the hardship in getting 'em, is un-higly necessary.
snob?
yeah, maybe.
no no. lazy is more likely. yeah, suits me well. no no,
suits me perfect ly!

hm, immature.
premature?
hm.

the weekend just started. you know what i heard today?
two people passed away this weekend.
the mum was a fellow blogger, she wrote about her happy family and the love for cooking.
the grams was my great grams by marriage from my mum's side.
Both were the people i hardly knew.
Both were loved immensely by their families and friends. They'll be greatly missed.
We're not to question God for his doing nor to ask Him to undo what had happened.
but yeah, we made peace with great grams. but the mum just starting her life, her babies are yet enter school. Don't they got to ask why You took her from them, God?
She's just 32, great grams was 80-something years old.
I guess, nothing's certain in life is it? Dare I ask for fairness?
I'm shaken with the thought of asking You whatever's in mind.
My mum asked me to SMS my aunt and gramma.
5 Hours later...
I yet to send them any sms.
you see, condolences are not the easiest word to say.
how can the other person feel whether you're being sincere or just the urge need to sympathize?
sincerity seems lacking when words dont seem fit.

Innalillahi Wa inalillahi Roji'un.

Dearests,
May you rest in peace. Say hello to big Man up there Ok.
be good.
smile for us from up above.


ps: nothing is certain, whether you're 23 or 93.
the big Man holds the key.

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