The Pekak (Deaf) Game

For some reason, yesterday, my brother came home early from work….only to go out again. -.-”

While chilling at the hall and the brother tying his shoelace, this conversation happened.

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Me: *surfing the internet* Are you going raya visitings with your friends this year?

Bro: Yup. Why?

Me: *listening to lecture* Give me heads up.

Ever since I got back, I’ve been sleeping in the hall. One of the many reasons are: rooms are much warmer and one simply has to make an effort  for better comfort *flex arms*. So, obviously, when guests are around, I gotta make way for them don’t I? Or, can I just stay there? Hehe. *evil grin*

Bro: Ok, they’re coming this Saturday.

Me: Okie doks. What time? *still listening to lecture*

Bro: 11am.

Me: *in head* Ok, Morning. Must relocate around 9am. But when?* When, again?

Bro: THIS SATURDAY.

Me: *starts to pay attention to his words* Hmmm… Ok, this Saturday. What time?

*in head: Oh, 11am right?*

Me: Eleee…~

Bro: 11am la you pekak (DEAF WOMAN).

Me: ..even. Ah ok. Saturday, 11am. 

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Bahahaha…. Not deaf guys.

Just partially ignorant.

>.<

#growingupmalay (I)

Since most of my awesome readers (you know who you are), are non asian muslim, I thought I’d start with a little introduction on how Eid are celebrated for most of us in SEA.

Growing up being malay (or non-malay) muslim means eid visiting with your friends.

When we were younger, while still schooling, it was all about receiving green (money) packets from our friend’s parent. However, once you’ve reached the age where you are legal to vote, you no longer receive the green packet. Kidding! When you’ve started working, that’s when you no longer receive the green packet. Hehe.

Apparently being self-employed overshadows the fact that I’m still schooling. Sigh…

But reaaaally…. Who cares about the green packet when people like me value food more! Teehee.

This year, ma syaa Allah, all of us are well fed, alhamdulillah. My gosh. All houses serves main course meal(s). Except for mine. I just fed em’ friends good ol’ dessert. *flips apron*

Here, it is customary to eat the dishes prepared, to show our appreciation. Say if the food served is not to our liking, at least try the kuihs (tidbits?). If really, you can’t even stomach the kuihs, then at least help yourself to the drinks.

With the rise of technology in the recent years, a new tradition has emerged: Photo taking session.

Don’t believe me? See for yourself.

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We try our (very) best to stay sane for formal shots like this. I mean, what else can we do except to give a(n awkward) smile to the photographer whom we only meet once a year.

Switching the class yearbook shots to something more ‘us’/candid in a blink of an eye requires some preparation (at least for some of us).

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Some are ever ready. Can you spot them?

But for some of us, we either follow the other(s), conspire with another, wing it or stay normal.

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Once we got the vibe, we goofballs just keep rollin’ like….

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BUT OF COURSE! Our day won’t be complete without our outdoor ‘photoshoot’ session, would it?

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Till next raya, thank you Sufi, Farah, Fariz & Madir for making time to join us. Thank you to Faris too, for making effort to change the colour of your baju kurung. #youknowwakamin

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We’ll be back again(?) at this spot next year perhaps… in syaa Allah.

Till then, Schlamats Err Raya Errone!