To alternate between different perspectives from different walks of life is an interesting thing to do on the second last day of Ramadan when you have nothing to do.
For example, in Malaysia, the one-day Eid is celebrated more than the holy month itself, while in other parts of the world, the last ten days of Ramadan men and women literally foot-raced their way to the nearest mosque. In Malaysia, the sounds of explosives and the smell of the smoke marks the arrival of Eid, but in some countries the same explosions and smokes forced them to run for their lives.
To some people, the nagging of a mother is pain to the ears, but to others the same nag is the symbol of motherly love, thus prefering the piercing voice of the mother than total silence.
Am sadly waiting for the ending of Ramadan in two days. I haven't done much during the last 27 days, thanks to my procastinating lazy ass and to a week of demam (I'm not trying to make excuses btw :P). I didn't even khatam astaghfirullah. But if I try to look from a different point of view, this year's Ramadan made me realized that I can do thirty pages at one go. Something I thought was impossible to do in the past. The key is to be positive la kot.
Moral of the story : Strive harder next year.
Selamat hari raya everyone. :)