Fasting. My mum and I. Mum's fasting for auntie Corine who's down with leukemia. I'm fasting for Dad's annual bonus. It's taxing. So much restriction and I only did the food fast. Which means i can drink, only no food. But its not the food problem that's bothering me. Its the thoughts problem. People who undergo fasting should think or speak clean so as to be holy. I can do without the food but my usual rudeness and sudden bursts of anger which leads to unspeakables from my mouth? I was on the verge many times, to just tell people off and come out some strong language but I somehow manage to stop myself. I too was on the verge of accepting sweets offered by friends. So no vulgarities, no unclean thoughts, no food, no sweets (considering i have a sweet tooth) and live a holy and blameless life for 12 hours. Siong ah... I've resisted temptation, i haven't spoken bad about people behind their backs, i haven't sworn, i haven't eaten for 9 hrs and counting since i'm in school so God, please answer my prayer. I'm suffering in silence just to get right with you. I can do it again without water the next time. I've taken 2 sips of water from Janice's bottle so far and I guess i can do without it the next time. I'm hungry, i'm tired and i'm so restrained. Being a muslim is difficult. I've decided to quit pierside. I'd go to hell if i'd continue working there. I'll go to MaMa's house and live a healthy life. Holy life + healthy living = unimaginable gains. To be like Jesus, says the holy book. So i shall. I can live this road to holy living life.