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Monday, September 21

New state of affairs.

I love to eat. The first day of Eid saw me gaining at least 73.89% of the weight that I lost during Ramadan back. And I don't mind.

It was great fun, being able to eat again. I think I pigged out more than Tri this year. Nyai really outdid herself with the smorgusbord of ethnic dishes ranging from sambal goreng to khorvadz. The house wasn't too shabby, either. Everyone was there and I think I managed to apologize to everyone (it's an Eid tradition; that's the whole purpose of Ramadan: don't eat, apologize, and think about Hari Raya), even mom.

Now its time to catch up with life. The past two months felt like a marathon. It's one of those times when everything goes by in a blur, and what you have at the end of each day is just a collection of random memories. All the dramanites (don't sue me Dunman Secondary) have been missing production rehearsals like somebodys' beeswax, but not me; i'm glad that I have more free time to laze around and do nothing at home. What I miss are all of them times we spent together, it was that fun. Aahh.

Just the past week I met Grandpa and Sobo in their new Bandung dig. Damn its beautiful there. So many western influences in the form of Dutch architecture; no wonder Aunt Liyi's been ravaging bout' the place like somebody's beeswax (mind that new catchphrase of mine). It was weird that I was the only one fasting there (my relatives are all Catholics), and that talk Grandpa gave me was just funny. I dislike it when people preach to me about religion. It gets me in a sardonic mood. And I get hungry when i'm sardonic.

Haha. Ok its time for dinner. I am laying low at my own home for a few days, before I move to Dad's for the weekend. Time to de-sanitize my unoccupied-for-three-months bed. A special shout out to Rafa and Mika in Vancouver; I can't seem to keep my blog secret for some reason (coughs spits nosebleeds Putri coughs phlegm). Happy first day of Eid to them.

And yes, contrary to stupid belief, I have not (quote) 'crawled into an airtight cupboard and gotten high on my secret stash of LSD and died' (unquote) during my one month bloggers sabbatical. Coughs sneezes pukes Putri is a cow poops.

Redoxon FTW.

--wan.

Labels: celebrations, food, my world

posted at 17:57