My pre Raya rant

Bubu yang semakin gemuk.


Latest addition to the family. Lil Blue Eyes (but no, that's not his name).

In one of the rare moments when he is still enough for me to take his picture.

Can you believe that Raya is next weekend? I barely can. This fasting month has simply whizzed by!

As usual Kelantan is experiencing a noticeable influx of cars on the road. It's taking me longer to get to TM than usual. And don't even get me started on KB! If you're not in KB by half nine - ten, jgn harap la nak dapat parking. Last weekend, I'd promised my two nieces, Amila and Asilah that we would get baju rayas for them. We had planned to leave by quarter past 9, but somehow we had a family emergency which held us up till about 10. Nevertheless we went, since we already promised the two kids. It took us 30 mins to get from the junction at Jln Telipot to Billion (about 1 km road)! Arrgh, tension! Rupa-rupanya, Billion happened to be holding a massive three-day sale on its clothes. I tell you, how do parents do it, I don't know.

Everyone seems excited; one of my specialists even had his week long holiday at his kampung all planned out. In fact all of my specialists have decided to take the rest of the week post Raya holidays off. I think the four-day holiday will be quite sufficient, thank you very much. Ma and the rest are highly unlikely to be staying in KB for long.

We have a weird concept of Raya, our family. Maybe it's not so much the concept but the family itself kot. We've always considered our family to be different compared to my aunts' and uncles'. When we would be laughing (loudly, if I may add) and joking with each other (almost often with some slightly inappropriate anecdotes thrown into the mix); my cousins are most likely to be sitting QUIETLY and demurely in one corner of Tok's house. I can't help wondering whether they are just shy or something else. I go to other people's houses and I envy those cousins who have relationships more akin to good friends rather than strangers you meet once or twice a year.

My Tok and Tok Ayah have always been very......hmm, what is the word I am looking for here? Proper? Conservative? I've never seen Tok laugh loudly and in fact, I've never seen Tok Ayah laugh! I see grandmothers kissing their grandkids and I know THAT doesn't happen in my family. Everything has to be done according to what Tok said. Tok Ayah just stays in his office and comes out when his presence is required. I'm not saying this is bad; after all this is how it has always been so I do not know any other Tok and Tok Ayah.

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I've been having a cold for the past week. This is weird for someone who barely gets ill. It started with Abg getting his URTI which then transferred to me, but just as I am about to recover, I developed another round of itchy throat, runny nose and fever. It got so bad I had to break my fast to take some paracetamol. This morning my throat is so sore I could only drink a couple of glasses of cold water with my medication. So there goes my weekend of baking cake. Today I'm on standby for any emergency caesarian section so I'm not sure if starting a baking project would be wise.

I do, however, HAVE to complete my last beading project for Che' Su, my SIL. Since the stupid tailor at Kiosk DiRaja in Wakaf Che Yeh completely ruined my baju raya, there won't be any beaded baju for me this year. Ho hum.

Well, anyhow, in case this is my last entry before Raya, Selamat Hari Raya everyone!

p/s: last night I shone a torch into my own throat and discovered that my tonsils are the size of small mountains. Ho hum.