So unexpectedly last week my sister was diagnosed with CYST, I don't even know what that is (googled it but still clueless). She said it was so fucking painful that she cried the whole day at the hospital (my brother drove her there, I was in my hometown Terengganu). But good thing that the CYST thing was on Stage 1 (it could have gotten worse) so no need to surgically removed. The doctor just gave my sister some medications to get rid of that thing. Me and my sister have been so closed together since we were born (despite the 7 years gap between our age). After she came back from the hospital that day she called my mom asked her to book a flight ticket home immediately. My mom was worried because she was crying and stuffs so mom decided to send me to get her home. I booked the earliest flight I could find that day to KL and it was at 7:30pm. Took the flight then arriving at the airport I was running to the exit gate to take the cab to my house (in Cyberjaya). I got home saw my brother and my elder sister were already there. Saw my sister was laying on the couch, looked pale, from her facial expression more like suffering from the pain in her stomach. So I took care of her, for that night because I already booked flight tickets for both of us to go back to Terengganu the next day. Then she stayed for a week, hoping for speedy recovery. Of course she will, she's in good hands (our beloved lovely mother).
So a week passed, which brings us to today, right now. Me and my sister are back in KL again. I was supposed to come back here in another 2 weeks but mom insisted me to follow my sister back here so she has someone to take care of her (so I'm on sister-sitter duty!). The one week leave for my sister is gone so now she has to go back to work, get on her daily routine again. So because of her health condition (she's better now compare to last week) my mom asked me to drive her to work for this week. And so I agree (this is not complaining im stating points here trust me).. And here I am right now, in the coffee shop, sitting alone with my laptop and my coffee, writing this post while sipping coffee, being observant. I like it this way though. It's afternoon now and I've been sitting here since morning, watching ppl walking in and out from the door. There are so many types of ppl. The men who dressed up ready for work but had to pick up the coffee first, working ladies who need sandwiches maybe for breakfast. Through this coffee shop's huge glass window I can see pedestrians walking on the side walk. Ppl are walking fast, I know they are all heading places, somewhere important that they cannot be late. Across this coffee shop there's a restaurant and I saw a lot of ppl getting their breakfast first before heading to their work place. Maybe all these ppl have someone they need to feed, to take care of, I'm glad to see all this kind of ppl.
I see they are all have purpose to live. I'm not saying I don't have the purpose just because I'm sitting at the coffee shop observing ppl no, I do have the purpose (not gonna discuss the purposes now). But all these ppl have mouths to feed, maybe a live to take care of. Seeing all this kind of ppl makes me realise that I'm gonna be one of the person one day. I'm gonna have responsibilities, bills to pay and parents to take care of returning their good deeds (countless) toward us. Maybe I don't see it now, maybe I have to experience it myself when I have my own income and job. Who would know. But one thing for sure, I wouldn't spend my money on someone less important, my parents are my first priority and one my biggest purpose to live is to make my parents nothing but happy, proud of me ;)
So unexpectedly last week my sister was diagnosed with CYST, I don't even know what that is (googled it but still clueless). She said it was so fucking painful that she cried the whole day at the hospital (my brother drove her there, I was in my hometown Terengganu). But good thing that the CYST thing was on Stage 1 (it could have gotten worse) so no need to surgically removed. The doctor just gave my sister some medications to get rid of that thing. Me and my sister have been so closed together since we were born (despite the 7 years gap between our age). After she came back from the hospital that day she called my mom asked her to book a flight ticket home immediately. My mom was worried because she was crying and stuffs so mom decided to send me to get her home. I booked the earliest flight I could find that day to KL and it was at 7:30pm. Took the flight then arriving at the airport I was running to the exit gate to take the cab to my house (in Cyberjaya). I got home saw my brother and my elder sister were already there. Saw my sister was laying on the couch, looked pale, from her facial expression more like suffering from the pain in her stomach. So I took care of her, for that night because I already booked flight tickets for both of us to go back to Terengganu the next day. Then she stayed for a week, hoping for speedy recovery. Of course she will, she's in good hands (our beloved lovely mother).
So a week passed, which brings us to today, right now. Me and my sister are back in KL again. I was supposed to come back here in another 2 weeks but mom insisted me to follow my sister back here so she has someone to take care of her (so I'm on sister-sitter duty!). The one week leave for my sister is gone so now she has to go back to work, get on her daily routine again. So because of her health condition (she's better now compare to last week) my mom asked me to drive her to work for this week. And so I agree (this is not complaining im stating points here trust me).. And here I am right now, in the coffee shop, sitting alone with my laptop and my coffee, writing this post while sipping coffee, being observant. I like it this way though. It's afternoon now and I've been sitting here since morning, watching ppl walking in and out from the door. There are so many types of ppl. The men who dressed up ready for work but had to pick up the coffee first, working ladies who need sandwiches maybe for breakfast. Through this coffee shop's huge glass window I can see pedestrians walking on the side walk. Ppl are walking fast, I know they are all heading places, somewhere important that they cannot be late. Across this coffee shop there's a restaurant and I saw a lot of ppl getting their breakfast first before heading to their work place. Maybe all these ppl have someone they need to feed, to take care of, I'm glad to see all this kind of ppl.
I see they are all have purpose to live. I'm not saying I don't have the purpose just because I'm sitting at the coffee shop observing ppl no, I do have the purpose (not gonna discuss the purposes now). But all these ppl have mouths to feed, maybe a live to take care of. Seeing all this kind of ppl makes me realise that I'm gonna be one of the person one day. I'm gonna have responsibilities, bills to pay and parents to take care of returning their good deeds (countless) toward us. Maybe I don't see it now, maybe I have to experience it myself when I have my own income and job. Who would know. But one thing for sure, I wouldn't spend my money on someone less important, my parents are my first priority and one my biggest purpose to live is to make my parents nothing but happy, proud of me ;)
