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Happiness is no longer found on buying....

If there's something really different on this Ramadhan, it would be this one : Now, I realize that happiness is found on giving and not merely buying.

I mean, as the years passed I feel no curiosity on shopping for myself anymore. I still do shopping but was like no, not for the Ramadhan or Lebaran. I am all fine with my old long-dress and all. That good heels can wait.

I stunned myself on how for nowadays what makes me really happy is buying something for other people ; My cousins, the neighbor, everyone else but not myself. I am so happy to find that little dress or shoes for them, though during this internal department it is a bit challenging to have the time for little shopping or else.

I mean, come on! Two or three years ago I will be superbly excited by the fact that there'll be discount, midnight sale and whatnot and definitely gonna buy something for myself could it be shoes (usually more than one pair), bag or clothes. Now, nah. I'll be choosing to buka puasa at home with my brother, or buber with my friends but not really at the mall let alone shopping.  Well, no idea what all of this means but will just do whatever that makes my heart at ease (especially after bengong-bengong-dari-pagi-sampe-sore at the hospital).

But yeah, spending a little time with your closest one is always precious.

A kind reminder for us to not taking them for granted.

So, may the rest of your Ramadhan be wonderful! And for those who are going, have a safe mudik! :)

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