The one that supposed to be my Raya entry...

3 October 2008



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I think by now everybody has finally got it. For those who have been reading this from my first entry dated back in 2007, they might have been used to the idea of what “fash-un-able” is all about. Yes, exactly; fashion, music, TV, movies, celeb and then some. They might even get to know me as a person as well; the whole idea of me struggling with a career that I don’t get to have too much fun with, how inspired I am to become a writer, how much I love the “FASH-UN-ABLE”, the fact that I hate living in small town, my weekend trips to the city and my emotional rollercoaster ride that can sometimes get more severe than what a pregnant woman is experiencing.

I’m entering the third day of raya. Yes, the celebration will be for the whole month although by the fifth day, the holiday spirits will all be flying out of the village and back to the city… Contrary to popular beliefs, I do love Hari Raya (hear me out Shikin!). I have been celebrating it for 25 years now. Things might have changed a little but the whole idea of Hari Raya are still pretty much the same. At least mine are still the same... I love the delectable foods that my mum always cook, the raya cookies that I always steal from the jar, family members all under the same roof and the chance to ask for forgiveness for all the wrongdoings throughout the year.

But this year I was celebrating the first day of raya without my sisters and their kids (and husbands of course). They were all celebrating at their in laws because apparently this year is “their turn”. So I was “the only child” this year.

I woke up late that morning. I showered, ate and took some pictures with mum and dad all dressed up in their baju raya. It gets better though, my digital camera slipped out of my hand and flew a couple of meters across the room. It literally fell into pieces. I know it’s not CyberShot or anything but it still worth a few hundred bucks right? Surprisingly, I was pretty zen about it. I just grabbed it from the floor, kept the batteries, took out the memory stick and put it all inside the box that it came with. I shoved it into the corner of my room where I can’t see it and it has been there for three days now. My only concern is now I have to rely on my shitty 3.2 megapixel camera to take pictures for my blog…

Fuck…

I stopped making baju for Hari Raya after I finished primary school. First because I hate the way I looked in baju melayu and second, I always feel that it is not practical for tropical weather. But I do wear decent clothes throughout the holiday; no jeans and no short pants at home. And of course no crazy t-shirts, tight shirts or skinny jeans! Ha-ha! Speaking of skinny jeans, I seriously am over it this time. I still want to wear it, but not all the time like I did throughout the year so far. I want to mix it up a little. I have been watching Echo Beach on BBC Entertainment and I fell in love with the layback style of all the characters; relaxed fit jeans, khakis and board shorts, flip-flops, loose shirts with the first two buttons undone, string necklaces, wind-blown hair… They all looked like they are ready to jump into the sea anytime soon.

My friends will definitely be surprised next time when they see me looking like I’ve been strolling along the beach in my flip- flops and shorts instead of my rockstar jeans and dandy-shoes=)

Well I don’t have raya song as my ringtone. My mom have this look on her face each time she passes my room and heard Sugababes or Roisin Murphy on my i-Tunes instead of those festive raya song. Ha-ha! But what the hell. I don’t need to have it played from my PC and stereo; it’s all over the place anyways… I currently have aforementioned on repeat. Plus the new singles from Dido, Katy Perry, NERD, The Verve, Keane and some of my new “discoveries” like Madcon, Iglu & Hartly, Ida Maria, CSS, and Spank Rock. Just check them out. My pick and they are all awesome.

So the raya also marked the nine-months that had passed me by. Nine months of nothing… Gosh! I have three months to make it all up; for the time that I had wasted, the plans that had I put on hold and for promise that I had broken. Not to mention changes that never took place. I’m so ashamed…

I realized that now I’m screwed…

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