We’re halfway through Ramadhan already. This year’s Ramadhan has
gotta be the suckiest Ramadhan in terms of breaking of fast. I pretty
much break fast on my own and most of the time, at the office desk
with just a bottle of plain water and a couple of dates. I’ll only have my
meal like about an hour or so later when I’m done for the day and get
back to my apartment. The other day, when I was going back to KL for
the weekend and then coming back here to Singapore, both times I
had to break my fast on the plane. Although the spirit of Ramadhan is
there, the atmosphere is not felt at all this year. It can be trying at
times, but that’s what Ramadhan is all about. I really miss those
sumptuous Ramadhan buffets back home. :(