time: 11:46pm
music: sepasang kurung biru - johari
mood:
-tired-
It was a place told only in murmurs and whispers,
or else, in the lines of forgotten stanzas.
a refuge built for this sinner
n' a solace of this child. lost,
in the memory of when everything
was careless n' free. in her eternal sanctuary.
shopping today with farah!!!! from 3:30 - 8pm!!! STRAIGHT!
we went to EVERY shop on swanston. some on bourke i think [where mng is], then all the way back to MY accessories shop back on swanston, near flinders. theeeennnn, walked my favourite walk by the yarra and on to crown JUST TO go to jay-jays. AND I GOT MESELF TT skirt i sooo want! me is happy-ing with my buy!
and despite my self-absorbity, i remembered the kampung folks and got some of em somethings too!
i bought:
- that black elegant/ punkish skirt {{depends on the top i choose to go with it}}
- 4 pairs of dangly outrageously-"loud" earrings that i absolutely ADORE!!
- 2 sets of sweet sweet sweeeet! pink bracelets with hearts.
- ruzi's bday pressie.
- kal's bday pressie.
- ika's gift.
- ain's gift.
- diyar's gift.
of course that's not all. i still gotta get more stuff for more people!
i didnt have a ticket, so we walked all the way back to the city.
dinner was at es teler with farah, abang, joce, wari, kim and roshan.
then we had max brenner and farah n' i shared a cinamon thingy served with a lil pot of melted chocolate!!!!!!! we had sako - a burner-cup-thingy where u have milk tts heated up. and u pop in chocolate bits to make chocolate milk! and u drink it hot.... NIIIIIICCCEEEEE...
took pictures but of course im waiting for the royal highness princess farah, "princess-of-narcissist" to upload the pictures! hehehe... =)
it was fun today. really. it was nice to be out again.
after all those weeks with lab reports and exam revisions.
*******
mama called at 1am last night...
while i had tt dream
the one where we sat at tt park with our mugs of home made coffee
in silence. then to walk away
feeling like we had the best conversation ever.
i still miss that. i do. i thought u died and forgot to tell me.
but then i hear the bolt in the blue. tt message.
n' i know ur still alive.
mama called at 1am last night...
n' roused my deep-seated need to be me.
you know. sempena bulan ramadhan yang suci dan mulia ini.
to liberate myself
n' reacquaint myself with those special memories.
i came out of me mama's womb to love this song.
"sepasang kurung biru" - johari, is OUR song.
well. it started of being ma n' pa's "song"
and then, of course us kids came along.
so its become THE-household raya song.
:: THAT song tt came on the radio n' had pa drive furiously back home just so ma can sit in the car and listen with him. {i know. my parents are so in love. its soo sweet}
:: THAT song the radio plays about 2 times the whole mth of ramadhan.
annndddd, ea time it DOES come on the radio,
while mama cooks up a storm in the kitchen,
n' papa brews the ketupats and lepats in a MASSIVE pot outside,
while kals windex-es all the windows in our hse,
n' ika .. urhm. just outside with her friends,
-me- on a step ladder wiping the ceiling fans,
will come plummeting down to the ground to turn it up!!!!!!!
because IT IS OUR SONG!
the song is all about a guy whose partner left
n' he spends hari raya with everyone but her.
but he waits. and still waits. with a pair of blue kurung.
one for him and a matching one for her.
but she never comes and he is still waiting.
hehehe.. its silly, but in my most sentimental moments, i picture him to be me.
or i, as the deceased, and "he" waiting.
how pathetically romantic. I KNOW! HAH!
funny. we were meant to wear blue the next raya. the one after we ended.
funny. i havent worn it. i will this yr - since im here and hence my lack of selection of baju!
IM SO EXCITED FOR RAYA!!!!
-what it is to be malay-
well first! i'd just like to clarify something.
u know. contrary to what people might think:
"she has been in australia for 4 years and is totally westernised"
im not. really! im as malay as i can be. n' i absolutely love being malay.
i love wearing the traditional kurung.
i love jemputans n' i love how we still abide by traditions.
i love the legends and the myths. i love that we have conservative values.
i love malay songs. and lately, even love malay and indonesian shows.
n' on hari raya,
i love the harmonious bonding among mothers, aunties and sisters over cooking and serving.
i love how the men sit arnd in the balcony smoking and talking about random jackshit.
i love the loud, annoying but necessary pinching and melatar tendencies.
i love how paman jo narrates to us his annual punk on nyai choa
AND how SHE ALWAYS FALLS FOR IT YEAR AFTER YEAR!!!!!
i love the compulsory Quranic verse recited on TV.
i love the raya shows n' the lame jokes.
i love how siti nurhaliza appears on tv AT LEAST 5 times on aidilfitri.
and i love the salams, the hugging, the babies, the food, the noise, the money, the family.
well. i just love!
i'll say it again. in case my point hasnt been sufficiently brought across
I LOVE!!!!!!! =)
