I never was a writer. Therefore I do not know how, where and what to start blogging about. I've read often here and there about blogging and bloggers. Some are even detained recently as their writing were claimed to be a national security threat. Nevertheless, this blog I'm writing has got nothing to do with that. In fact, as depicted in the title above, I want to tell a story of switching lives.
This tale is about a guy. Married, fully employed at a prominent local bank and a part-time MBA student enrolled in the full time courses. In fact, at this point of time I'm writing, its suppose to be Syawal eve. The eve where every Muslim gathers with each families while filling 'em up with laughter's and happy moments. Not to mention, one of my great idols, a prominent figure in the local da'wah scene is definitely doing he's routine Syawal eve's round for Takbir. This year, I am not joining him.
It is so quite and peaceful here. Alone, with my wife packing her stuffs as we are suppose to go back to my home town since 8.00pm just now! I am still here, doing my MBA assignment. An assignment at the eve of Syawal? Not to mention, I am on MC. Unfit to work, so the doctor said. And yet I am entertaining calls from the office early today. To tell you the truth, I have missed so many things in life for the past 1 year.
I have to switch lives everyday from 7.00am in the morning being entrusted to handle international branches risk managements, become a student from 6.30pm till 10.00pm and a husband later. Everyday. I am so tired. As matter of fact, I don't even know what I am writing about and why I am doing it. Hahaha.... I need to get back to my assignment. Thanks for reading. As if its interesting enough to be read.
