what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun. when it rises dripping from the sea when it falls like honey on the trees when it swallows up clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
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DAY 2: HARI RAYA OH MAN. went to the toilet to you-know-what for the three-million-seven-hundred-and-fiftieth time since 4am today (the time i got home from hari raya at my auntie's house). ok, maybe not three million seven hundred and fifty times but it felt like it. serves me right for stuffing my face with food yesterday. though, i'm not exactly regretting it right now, cos after all, you can only eat rendang and ketupat and lontong and sambal goreng and every other hari raya goodie once a year. hahahh. oo. butt hurts. we went to the houses on my dad's side of the family in Tampines and celebrated his birthday with a DURIAN ice-cream cake. now, i'm NOT a durian fan but i was like, just this once, i was going to heck the smell. ohh. but it was so gOoD.
-THE durian cake. upclose.
-my dad. Doesn't he look like a gleeful little boy who just happened to get a PS4 on the same day he won the GrandPrix against Alonso or something like that? and then at my maternal grandma's house in Clementi, ate lontong, rendang and everything else that was on display and edible. ok, it may seem that i had a gorging fest but i was treating the whole day like i was at an all-day buffet. so a little bit of this and a little bit of that had me full for like 30 minutes. then went to my paternal grandma's house in Bedok, where by then i was so full that i felt like sleeping, and then met up with the rest of my ma's relatives at my cousin Fahrul's house. and ate again (no surprise there). got entertained by the rest of my cousins watching a funny horror movie and played Bridge for the first time after so many months. realised that i wasn't that rusty cos i won almost every game. hurhur. and then we all literally migrated to my auntie's house at abt 12.30am to savour the long tradition of eating maggie mee whenever we go there. i've no idea when the tradition started, but it's always a nice cousins bonding session anyway, dependng on the number of seats available of course. this time around though, there were obvious missing people like Aqilah, Danial, Dinnie, Zainal, Aishah, just to name a few. family politics. sigh. anyway, after gorging ourselves silly, we cousins all eventually zonked out on the floor, waiting for the older folk to finish with the 'serious talk', with me finding a place that conveniently blocked the passageway with my huge lumbering body that people kept waking me up just so i could move before they could pass. actually, i mostly ignored them trying to wake me so most just took the long way around. there's still technically a month of Hari Raya so there'll still be some visiting and entertaining of people coming over to my house. though i'll probably be stuck under piles of notes by then. can't wait to do it again next year. though i'ld rather forgo the diarrhoa and exams part. hahahh.
-the only lone family picture that i have. yes, pathetic i know but my family has this thing about taking family photos- we have to be forced into it. hahah. actually, it's one of the few rare occasions that my sis & me don a tudung cos the only times we actually DO wear it are during official family gatherings like Hari Raya or Kenduri (a huge feast after prayers where relatives and close friends come together to commemorate an event), or a funeral. Hope the latter doesn't happen anytime soon though or it'll be just a sad way to end the year. + random thought: i should do like a gallery of the different hairstyles that i've had over the years. i've had super short boy cuts, a bob thingie that ends around the ears, a look that i call "The Beehive", the wild look, and finally the demure straight-laced look. i've been through it all. the hair that i started out when i first entered JC and the one that i have now is just eons and eons different. the photos are simply HILARIOUS. hahahhh.. i'm already getting goosebumps just thinking about the horrors and trials & errors (mostly errors i think) of me ol' hair. sheesh. |
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