Less revelling, more festivity

It's the 7th day of celebration, and I'm hoping I would collect more money. I need that money. I gotta buy present(s) for *cough cough wink wink* a certain birthday boy man.



This year's celbrations was different with the death of my grandmother. We went to visit her grave along with other relative's of our's. It was very emotional for me 'cause I do miss her a lot, I miss her touch and her scent and her stories. My family and I walked around with ice cream in our hands while searching for my relatives' graves. People were staring at us. We looked like lost souls ourselves.

Despite the solemn first day of Raya, the festivity continues. And my collections (of money) starts too.


CASE 1: My Younger Sister
Not only is she competing to get as much or more money than me, she's also on a mission to look out for cute guys (unlike me). She thinks some of our cousins are hot, I doubt so, 'cause cousins will always be cousins and blood-related, kinda icky if you think that one of them is cute. Unless its like a passing compliment thing. So anyway, my sister would oogle and oogle at boys and tell me how much she wants to know them. Then I told her just go talk to them, after all you are cousins, and she's too shy to do it. And she reads my messages to baby. That girl is kinda annoying at times, but she makes a good cam-whoring buddy.

CASE 2: My mother

Strangers would think that my mom is my sister and my sister is my BFF. Ever since my mom got her driver's liscence, she's been venturing out on her own, increasing the speed that she drives, and being familiar with the roads. That day she tag along an uncle of mine in some ulu, unfamiliar place called Bukit Panjang. My family could get lost there.

For every house that we visited, my mom would compare and contrast the interior design and furniture to the ones in our house. She'll go like " blah blah interior design very nice but the furniture is so mainstream 'cause it's from courts blah blah... mine is from Da Vinci blah blah", its as if my mom's entering a World's Best Home Competition.

CASE 3: The Aunt

So my closest aunt kept insisting all those male cousins to come and sit with us and have a chat. Her intentions were to promote her two beautiful neices, like a mini matchmaking service. My sister, more often, would be delighted to do so, she's given a chance to talk to boys she fancy. But her services are well utilised, 'cause if she hadn't intro us to our supposedly close cousins, we wouldn't start a conversation at all.

CASE 4: The Baby Brother
My baby brother, as cute as he is, can be also a pain in the ass. He collected more money than me, (like duh I'm close to retirement) using his charms with all the aunties and uncles. I have this uncle who's a taxi driver and on that day we rode in his cab with my mom's car following behind him. And when we went up to a relative's house, Khalid asks why this taxi driver is following us. Oh and on the first day of Raya when we're at the cemetry,the tired tyke sat on any of the graves. When we were visiting our relatives' graves as well he asked 'Is this grandma's graves too? Grandma sure has a lot of graves'. God, bless his soul.

This is my late grandfather's family. His grown-up kids and 44-50 grandchildren. There's more on the way.

And this is a really old family potrait of my late grandfather with his second wife, Mak Biah (my step-grandmother) and his children. So plus my dad and my two aunts from his first marriage, he has 13 kids. Lucky number.

Meet Dolly. She's my aunts and late grandmother's cat, so technically she's my direct and closest cousin. I love her to bits, I think she's really adorable. But she's one fierce cat, and she hates small kids who love to disturb her. She would scratch them when they try to pat or poke her. But she's really old, 12 human years, so she's like a senior citizen in cat years.