Is it only me, I feel I am not as excited about Hari Raya like before? No, please do not tell me that this feeling comes with the age..huhu. Thank God I have my baby sis and some quirky friends to remind me the excitement of the festivities..like festering me to go shopping, playing Pop Pop and bunga api around the house also the buka puasa events. I guess taste of food and camaraderie during buka puasa, puts everything into perspective and taste a little better too.
There were happy and sad stories during one month fasting. My nenek fell sick which scared me, as to me she will always be my nenek yang garang and always have her words of wisdom which highly relevant no matter how traditional it sounds. Hehe..still remember her lecture about "anak dara belajar tinggi kena masuk dapur jugak". Yup, pun was intended directly to yours truly. Well, this anak dara is still struggling with her charter ship, working her a** off, bad in her cooking and not to mention very much single. Anyway, cannot wait to see my nenek, kiss her hand and seek her forgiveness and blessings. Plus, Hari Raya brings memories of my arwah atuk. The coolest atuk ever, he always liked to play firecrackers with his grandchildren and take pictures with us. I will be the only girl among the boisterous pack of boys, pestering and asking questions about going to the beach and why durian does not bear fruits all year round and many more. He is a man of few words but his actions showed the best of him. I miss my arwah atuk and my mom's parents, although I never had to the chance to meet them. I guess if they were alive the feelings would be the same. Though this entry sound somber, I am going to celebrate Hari Raya as happy as always. Just would like to rekindle the memories of the my grandparents that have always made Hari Raya and the whole idea of balik kampung even more meaningful. To all, Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin
What I really hope can be a daily occurrence
10 years ago
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G.e.e.k!!!!
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