how was yours?
when i was younger i couldn't wait to be older like my brother and sister. and the desire was always stronger when raya came around. i didnt really understand why until last wednesday.
it was the freedom it brought. the freedom to just up and leave in the midst of the nasi minyak and kuih lapis. the freedom to leave the suffocating environment. the freedom to go driving in the midst of kl on hari raya.
my raya was awesome. can't you tell?
one thing i truly hate about raya is how judgemental and superficial people can get. it doesnt matter that you're a world-class surgeon who volunteers in destitute places and adopts 20 orphans while playing your part as a khalifah of the world, as long as you're not with a ring on your finger, not stick thin, not driving the latest benz, you're basically nothing. ape cerite la kan?
i sound like the grinch of raya aidilfitri.
but this has always been the kind of raya for me. now you understand why i dont go all fuzzy and chirpy at the thought of syawal menjelang-ing.
i'm not whining. i'm just saying. there's no use in complaining about things that I can't change. so, i accept raya as it is. just dont expect me to have a "happy and joyous" raya. besides it's only ONE measly day of the year. i can always lock myself in the room with 3 seasons of how i met your mother while waiting for the earth to spin 360 degrees.
"i walk the streets alone
striking out for home
i walk the streets at night
i'm looking for a fight
sometimes what you like is not your fault
cause happy ever after is what you talk"
