Tersesat...

TERSESAT...

As I've mention in my previous entry, Raya draws near. In fact, tomorrow even. And for the first time ever, Dad invited the boys to follow him to the Masjid in the morning since they've been such good boys during puasa this year; never once skipping. Though, as expected, no one ones to go.

Mum whined saying "oh, but we've got your baju raya already!"

"How come they got baju raya?" I asked, somewhat appalled that they had one and we -- the girls -- didn't.

"Because they were in the shops." I pouted.

"I'd rather chinese traditional clothing!" Hasif announced.

"ohh, I'd like a cheongsam!" I yelped happily.

"Well, you have the vietnamese aodai, that's like a cheongsam.." mum said thoughtfully.

"Oh, but I've never had an occassion to wear it to..." I whined.

"You can wear it tomorrow?" mum suggested thoughtfully.

"Can I really? Yaaay!!"

For the first time in 2-3 years since I bought it, I can finally wear it. What's not to be happy about? I bounced up and down on my chair like a little 4-year-old getting a doll house for a birthday. Shira, of course, shot me down.

"Tersesat; pakai aodai for Raya!!"

My P.O.V of Raya

MY P.O.V OF RAYA

People keep wishing me "Selamat Hari Raya" so I suppose that signals the fact that Hari Raya is just around the corner. Well, I guess that means I no longer have to fast. I miss food and my stomach is nagging at me for the neglect. I can finally sleep late again and wake up at noon and have breakfast then and lunch.. But wait... there's that question... a question I'm not at all familiar with...

"Have you bought your baju raya?"

I'd have to be an idiot to not know what that is but.. seriously.. baju raya? C'mon. WHY would I get myself a baju raya? I've always went to peoples' houses in jeans, what makes this one day any different? More importantly, I find it stupid to buy 1 specific type of garment for a specific occasion that happens once a year. Imagine wearing it again next year. Besides, I have nowhere to wear it to. Imagine me sitting in front of my comp, photoshopping all day, lounging around on my bed, listening to some rock, while wearing my baju raya. Don't get me wrong, I do own several traditional clothing. Such as a Japanese Yukata, Vietnamese Aodai... oh, what do you know.. I do have a baju kurung.. the one I wore last year to Japan. Ah well, I have no intentio of buying nor wearing one anyway.

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Well, that was my intake on baju raya.. Now.. what's my intake on Raya, itself?

Balik Kampung:
Has never applied to me or my family. Maybe for my sister but my best bet was that I was 1 or 2 years old when that happened. I find it kind of odd that my family is closer to my mum's side more than my dad's. I've never known a single relative from Dad's side except for Mak Su (Dad's youngest sister) and Nurul, her daughter. There was that one occasion where I met an undetermined number of my unknown relatives..

Mum and Dad went to Amsterdam and left me and my brothers at Maksu's house. We locked ourselves up in our room, really. I sat on the floor, reading. Hasif played with the GBA while Aris played PS2. Then out of the blue, someone invaded our sanctuary. Countless men, women and teens piled into the room yelling "oh! ni semua anak Bain ke? ingat tak saya?? blablablabla". I remember my youngest brother staring at them in confusion (does not undertand BM, poor sod). *shudders* and, no, I don't remember a single one of them.

ANYWAY, every Raya, Dad takes a plane back to Alor Setar all alone while the rest of us stay home and keep Mum company. None of us feel tempted to go back and awkwardly hang about a strange house with a bunch of people we have never met before in our lives. The idea is... scary.


Visiting:
Only one family a year. Mum has this really close friend who invites us over every Raya and we're always more than happy to come. Her cooking is heavenly. Her daughters are a load of fun and her grandchildren are adorable!


Duit Raya:
Only from mum's friend.. Just that. We'd be lucky to even get RM10 from that. RM20-30 is rare but always a treat.

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And that is the basic idea of my raya.
Yippee.
Food~

LOVE LETTERS

LOVE LETTERS

And so, after constant nagging from Her Royal Highness the Queen of the Neverending Twilight Forest Kingdom, I have finally took up the task to clear my dull sleeping chamber from the evil beings known as Papier.

In short, "My mom's been nagging at me to get rid of all the scrap paper and trash in my room".

And I did, just half an hour ago. And, lo' and behold, I found something quite note-worthy. You see, I have a habit of cleaning only when the urge presents itself. This allows crap to pile up easily. And when I DO clean, I consider them keepers. Such as, old drawings, old diary pages, memoirs and the likes. Well, here's what I found. A lolz-worthy love letter written on a piece of scrap paper by my sister in what seems to be from an uncontrolled fit of boredom.



"Dearest,
Your backside looks like the full moon on a cloudy night, hidden by the hazy fog of your fart. How I long to be near you... or not.
Your eyes are as brown as the puddles of mud that flood the road on a rainy day. I could stare into your eyes forever, and almost fall into its depths, swimming eternally among the remains of tadpoles that I find there.
Your face, round like the moon and filled with pimples just as many as the moon's craters, glows brightly and fills my life with what I think is happiness. Your beauty is such that I can only behold your visage in the dark, for should I behold you in the deep light of day, I would die of fright and shock."

SEVEN DEADLY SINS

SEVEN DEADLY SINS

I'm a victim to all Seven Deadly Sins, surely. Laziness is Sloth. I'm a victim to that mostly. But, really, I'm finding it harder and harder to wake up or even get up from my bed (or couch in certain cases). Its also harder and harder to walk. Just lifting my feet seems to be a drag. I'm mostly content with lying down, reading or staring at the fan spin above my head. I get very restless easily, for sure. But, as long as I twist and turn on my bed, I'm fine. Just as long as I don't get off. Besides that, I'm feeling more apathetic, bored and zombie-like. You might find this stupid, but its not like I care. I can't seem to care about whatever is going on around me, lately. I can't even seem to care is I miss out something. I need a spine, really.

And lately, my dad's been supporting me without knowing it.

Stupid really.

He keeps asking if I want to go to school.

Which I subconsciously refuse with a grunt.

So I skip.

I woke at 9am and noticed that Mai texted me.

I don't know why but I deliberately didn't reply; instead deleted the message.

Slept somemore.

Woke at a quarter past noon.

I was reluctant to get out of bed, so I read New Moon by Stephanie Meyer.

Time passed and I FINALLY got out and showered at half-past 2.

As you can tell, I'm slaving in front of the computer now. Browsing lifelessly through all said links below under "My Source Of Entertainment". And, of course, sooner or later, someone is bound to bug me on MSN. So comes Kisu with some lovely news.

En.Gan handed out assignments! (For the school magazine, I bet).

Our assignments? Draw a poster according to the themes given. Of course, due to my absense, I wasn't able to snatch the easiest theme possible. Honestly, I find this assignment extremely stupid.


Theme: Bulat air kerana pembetung, bulat manusia kerana muafakat
Measurements: 8" by 12"
Medium: anything. Photoshop is good.
Deadline: 15th Spetember 2008


Now, I just need to remember where I dumped all my motivation for EVERYTHING.. especially the motivation to lift a pencil.

But, then again, boredom ain't that bad.

I mean, look at it, its full of love!