Second Day Of Raya: Morning AM

Hello billions of invisible readers,

A mostly uneventful morning. Cycled for 45 mins and finished watching the 2nd half of Die Hard 1.

It’s understandable that the definition of beauty changes across time and geography. But its funny how this change happens so subtlely that we dont realize it.

I am referring to the heroine (lead actress’s) hair in the movie, fritzy, big and kinda fritzy. That was the in thing in the 80′s. Reminds me of Rosmah’s minus the fritz.

Well, whatever tickles your fancy.

Me, I like em straight not too curly, preferably short..:p

…Time to shower up and head out. The customary visit everyone’s- house-and-subsequently-put-on-weight starts.

Later , guys (and especially gals). Dont’ miss me.

First Day Raya

After seeing periuks of nasi minyak, lemang, chicken n beef rendang being wolfed down, a few billion kids running amok around the house dropping pieces of food all over the place, 3 and a half cakes, and the cleaning, lets not even go there (I think I washed and dried up more plates n glasses today then I did the whole year), ….I finally get to sit down and rest…

Pheww…It’s been rough out there, but watching those happy faces, its worth every bit. I should have given more duit raya, regretting abit but I have to save $$$ this year, every little bit counts.

I also learnt quite a few things today:-

1. The only raya cookie that actually laku is chocolate chip cookies. Screw the rest.

2. Kids love cakes. Any kind of cake sells. This one is pretty obvious, but sometimes we tend to forget.

3. When planning on fixing a door bell and door lock, make sure its beyond reach of anyone shorter than 4 feet. Or else, you get kids running in and out of the house ringing the door bell just for fun. Kids will be kids I suppose, but it can be annoying.

4. Expect the unexpected. Like this kid, suddenly became so clingy to me. Its weird, its like I’m responsible for him. Just weird.

5. This is related to 4. Divorce is toughest on the kids. I never want to go through that.

6. Being an ‘anti established religious person’, it just dawned upon me how/why organised religion can be good. See, there are serious motherf#ckers out there who just would not give a sh#t about other ppl. They need the threat of Hell and the promise of Heaven in order for them to behave and keep society peaceful. And this promise has to be easy, no thinking is required, they just have to be docile sheeps and follow the shepard wherever he leads them.

Of cos, this doesnt work right? Or else, society will be at peace today, and clearly we are not. And that is because, the shepard will be corrupt. Maybe not today, or next week, but at some point he will be. That is the nature of the beast ie humans (us). So scrape out number 6. I already knew that.

Well, its really not my intention to end this post on a sombre note. But as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. With that, I’m signing off to rub some deep heat on my poor feet..

Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin to all…