Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Syawal.
" when we all put on our masks, present a facade of happiness and forgiveness; when this will all just be for show."
A month of starving, a month of colourless nails, all over.
Aren't we all excited? I know I am, sorta.
" Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin."
A month of starving, a month of colourless nails, all over.
Aren't we all excited? I know I am, sorta.
Something about the whole family actually being in the same house, having a common goal- cleaning it up and making it look pretty, somehow tickles me inside. Watching how we all use makeshift tables, makeshift tablecloths, makeshift everything, all to make the house pretty; pretty presentable.
Something about having to visit the place of heritage, packed with people speaking a familiar yet so foreign language; watching them maneuver in and out of human traffic, avoiding natural loud hailers auctioning carpets and clothes. Lai tiga spuloh tiga spuloh tiga spuloh! How they seem so familiar with the place; like how Geylang is their Orchard Road.
Something about the costume; one we wear only a couple of times a year, and yet how many of them still insist on buying 20 pieces when they're never going to wear them again, cause they'll be buying another 20 the next year. How everyone's always trying to outdo each other, looking better than Amy Mastura, or sparklier than Saloma. How hairdo changes just for this festive season. How the whole meaning is starting to look hazy.
Something about the idea of change that troubles me. How it used to be a clean house, good food, kueh mueh on the table, and a nice presentable baju kurong, and it'll be enough, cause the whole meaning of it is to forgive and such. How we all just get the whole forgiving over and done with, and then comes the comparison of costumes and household. How we all compete for the most memorable house this year; how nobody ever remembers what it was like the year before anyway; how it's the adults' idea of this being in a gotong-royong state of hari raya. Who started this?
Something about how this begins to sound more and more like Teachers' Day, and we all go back to school for two reasons, (as quoted by Weed);
Tsk.
Oh how I love the festive season, don't you?
I don't think I'm all that excited anymore.
Way to go azura.
Something about having to visit the place of heritage, packed with people speaking a familiar yet so foreign language; watching them maneuver in and out of human traffic, avoiding natural loud hailers auctioning carpets and clothes. Lai tiga spuloh tiga spuloh tiga spuloh! How they seem so familiar with the place; like how Geylang is their Orchard Road.
Something about the costume; one we wear only a couple of times a year, and yet how many of them still insist on buying 20 pieces when they're never going to wear them again, cause they'll be buying another 20 the next year. How everyone's always trying to outdo each other, looking better than Amy Mastura, or sparklier than Saloma. How hairdo changes just for this festive season. How the whole meaning is starting to look hazy.
Something about the idea of change that troubles me. How it used to be a clean house, good food, kueh mueh on the table, and a nice presentable baju kurong, and it'll be enough, cause the whole meaning of it is to forgive and such. How we all just get the whole forgiving over and done with, and then comes the comparison of costumes and household. How we all compete for the most memorable house this year; how nobody ever remembers what it was like the year before anyway; how it's the adults' idea of this being in a gotong-royong state of hari raya. Who started this?
Something about how this begins to sound more and more like Teachers' Day, and we all go back to school for two reasons, (as quoted by Weed);
1. finally get a chance to meet up with old schoolmates
2. compare what you've got/how far you've gone/how much you've changed
Doesn't Hari Raya begin to sound more and more like that?
1. it's a chance to meet up with people you didn't get to meet over the year, but were in constant gossip about
2. comparing the things your home has that theirs don't/ how good you look this year in your million dollar costume/ how they'll never match up to it no matter how much they try next year
Tsk.
Oh how I love the festive season, don't you?
I don't think I'm all that excited anymore.
Way to go azura.
oh, to those who give a damn about the true meaning of it;
" Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin."
9:30 AM