My attempts in writing anything festive about Raya have not succeeded. This is I think my 5th draft. Let’s hope I succeed this time round. Ahaha. These are among the “perks” of being drugged. It simply takes away whatever little creativity I have left... hmmp. Yes, I was drugged. Paracetamol, antibiotics and the yellow pills were my best friends this Raya.
But Alhamdulillah, despite all them drugs I had to shove down my throat, my spirits and appetite (especially) were not at all dampened. Ketupat, rendang, soto, kuih; you name it, I ate them all. Even if I had to lug around my heavy head and glazy eyes around from house to house.
2 things are different this time around.
Number one: my knight and shining armour was not home to celebrate with us. It was a bit sad. Okay, it was alot sad. He’s like the rock out of us 3 and he’s in Adelaide studying. Although we did send him matching green baju melayu, sampin and the whole get-up, it will never be the same without him. I’m sure my family (my dad especially) feels the same way too...
Number two: being all grown up is no fun because we are sidelined where duit raya is concerned. I did my round of salam like always, but only received “selamat hari raya” and no green sampul. I sat at sides, watching, while turning green with envy as the little kiddies gleefully ripped open their green sampul to reveal the yummy money inside.
Luckily this time around, I’m not alone, since Aie (my eldest cousin) has also started working and no longer entitled to receive duit raya. So, since he was really kesian with me, he gave me one green sampul, which he prepared for the younger kiddies. Terima kasih Aie :). Terubat hati saya. Hihi.
On the second day, I did receive some (okay, 2 green sampul sahaja) out of the pity of some of my uncles and aunties who couldn’t stand seeing me sitting at one corner looking at the kids count their money. Well, the “perks” of growing up. We’ve all got to move on sooner or later, right?
All in all, this year’s Raya was better than I anticipated. Thanks to our younger cousins whose spirits were never dampened, not even for a second come rain or shine, which made it highly impossible for us not to be roped into the festive mood.
and curious little girls like her, who love to admire K.Nisa's shoes. hehe.
And though I didn’t manage to message everyone in my contact list, I hope some of you, if not all would read this and know that I’m wishing you Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin. From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry if I’ve written anything here, or said anything in person, which has hurt any of you in any way at all. I hope that I will be forgiven.
hugs to one and to all :)
Thank you to all those well wishers, who messaged and called me (oh, yes, I got my phone back!).
Let the open houses begin!
p.s: my house is open all the time. please come in swamps, I really wouldn’t mind :)