Saturday, 3 September 2011

KL : a family gathering and a tale of burnt fireworks


Here's a pic of us visiting at Setapak. Our couzin's beautiful home, an old structure with a warm rustic charm. And managed to get the kids 'behaved' and post for the camera for once!..


And speaking of visiting, Hari Raya is about enjoying the glorious food laid out. From beef rendang, ketupat, peanut gravy [my favourite], sambal udang...keep your weighting machine at home folks, cause you may need it!

And Hari Raya too is about cam-whoring. Looking your best. This is the best time to splurge on your outfit, or filled up those bare writs with thick gold bracelet the size of the 'tali-kapal-layar'. While some would show off with their branded handbags or accessories.


The eve of Raya is usually the best part where kids are allowed to stay up late and play fireworks. And especially for us Singaporean, we're so used to only enjoying playing fireworks..the safest fireworks! It always great fun! Till 'somebody'...were too 'shiok' and burnt the whole box of fireworks sticks!..bahaha!!


But most of all, Hari Raya is about love..forgiveness..family values. This is the best time where families, relatives even close friends far and near will meet and gather. Seek forgiveness with one another, a valuable tradition uphold until now, taught and passed down from generations to generations. I often felt touched by this..Wishing you all a blessed Raya!



:: Embrace Uncertainty


Like fresh soft blowing wind 
breezing through comfortably
and i just sat there enjoying the whirlwind rollercoaster 
twisted, boundless, no logical direction..yet im happy. 
I walked on clouds on faded days with eyes i cannot see
thrilled as i fast paced aaahhh.....is blindness bliss?
Float like dandelions in the blue skies 
across the seven seas to faraway lands 
unlocked the doors to the fairy worlds 
be free spirited...like the butterflies.

Twice as sweet as maple
when too much becomes perilous 
like an apple, mystical and forbidden
a sin worth committed.
Lips drops of honeycomb
whisper delicious to my heart
with now and then like change of season
im intoxicated by doubts.
But i let myself drowned under the potent spell 
is it derealization and delusion?
on poison thoughts i shall not dwell
hold me with your trusted hands, lets soar, let me fly to faraway lands.

xoxo