This is a blog-post-kinda caption. After three iftars in a row accompanied by the sound of rain and the motion of the breeze, not to forget the sometimes frightening storms, I have to admit I miss of seeing sunsets (of the color and ray and silhouette) or merely just my back facing the view, exactly a year ago. May 24th 2018 will mark my first year here working in Mont Kiara and exactly one year ago, I have to struggle all by myself figuring out what should I have to break my fast, given all the circumstances and limitation of residing alone, in a solitary space where there are no easy to public transports nor grocery stores (and I didn't my own transportation atm). Of broken rice cooker, malfunction cooking utensils and everything in between (given I hadn't really being alone before). The only things that kept head up and myself happy are the voices of my fam, texts I received from my ex-coursemates asking what and why, the noises from people skating at the extreme games, the late night pickup and drive and meetup at a fast food restaurant while navigating the road i was never used to, and the sunsets I got to see every day. I used to break my fast by the balcony so that I could look up the sky and yes, when there is a chance, I still steal a glance every now and then. There are so much blessings bestowed upon us, even when we try point out one thing that we couldn't achieve after we asked God to grant us so, or even when we had put our 200% effort into it. The ride may not be as smooth as we wish but what is life without all the circumstances? The waves don't always offer you a smooth sailing The road doesn't always offer you a smooth ride Instead they give you invaluable experiences for you to learn from. Stay firm to your belief, a worthy life lesson worth the experience.