bridging together the lost & delirious

to me it is like this humanistic need to be constantly thinking about something. and right now i am thinking about how dry my eye feels like and the fact that eye drops are placed on my dresser, barely a meter away. but because two hands are needed to type out an entry, the dry eyes shall wait. this year had to be one of the most unconventional Raya celebration ever. on the first day itself we had sushi and pizza. man i barely touched the other local cuisines. after 21 years, i kinda stopped looking forward to them as they correlate to my wobbly thighs & arms, bulging tummy and ultimately a non-existing neck holding up my so-called face. & instead of running around chasing cousins, i sat down on the sofa, next to Ashraf reading the papers (!!!) & also playing some kind of a pipe game while reaching out constantly to eat cookies from a jar placed conveniently between us. but everyday i got to see my fat friends (one with FAT fingers). we even had our crazy moments at Delicious because Roe who claims she's full all the time, craved for some ice cream. so there we were, 4 of us on the second day of Raya.

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Bims is rescuing me from visiting distant relatives from distant areas. simply because i can no longer be bothered to put on a another baju kurung & look pretty. i think the world has had enough of the Gadis Suci Melayu Terakhir getup i've been portraying these past couple of days. time to move on now.

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on a much happier note; i am fucking set for Singapore. listening to my sad story has led people to kindly donate to my fund with wow-ing amounts of generosity.

that should be enough of Raya postings. i'm going back to bed.