I was a bit tired when I woke up. Earlier than usual. Shu told me that the old man who worked at Yusuf's school (Pak Cik Ghazali) passed away on the day of the school concert.
It made me a little sad because when we first enrolled Yusuf, he was the first person we met. He took care of the gate area for people and kids going in and out of the school compound. He's a nice old man. He remembers the kids and whose cars to whose parents.
He was not around since a few weeks back. We were wondering what happened to him but never got around asking the other teachers. It turned out to be that he was sick and unconscious and he finally passed away.
A few nights back, I was having a hard time sleeping. Must have been a caffeine kick. I was thinking about everyone I knew whom had passed away. I was thinking how bad things got for some before they died. People can be evil.
Anywho, being here and now, living among people who are actually working hard, I began to realize that the coffee I drink every other day may be someone else's luxury price tag.
It sucks to know that shit is so bad that people are working so hard just to survive. Things like coffee can be luxurious. What the fuck am I complaining about?
