I dare say that Raya this year has been a complete 180.
No convoys to open houses, no heart-to-hearts' with Koh Su Mei and most of all, no stolen kisses.
To think it's almost a year since a certain purple baju melayu and that recording at Sarah's place.
But then again, it's not like I actually celebrate Raya.
Considering the best friend has made friends with sheep, the twin is back in Kuching and everyone else seems to be either studying for exams, gone back to their hometowns or studying for exams in their hometowns, I've spent the last week with family.
Went back to Ipoh over the weekend for my grandfather's 20th anniversary. I never had the chance to meet my grandfather, but from all that I've heard from family, friends and even people I don't know of, he seemed to be one remarkable man. Someone people looked up to and respected. Someone so dedicated and loving that it amazes me. It was heartbreaking to see my grandmother. All I wanted to do was bend down and hug her as she held back the tears and leaned to kiss my grandfather's grave. Twenty years without her soul mate. How could anyone survive that?
As terrified as I am of all things supernatural, I somewhat enjoyed walking around the graves, trying to decipher the faded carvings on the tomb stones. An unexplainable feeling would hit me every time I see a grave only a couple feet long. It must have been a child - I would utter to myself. I can't help but to wonder what had happened all those years back (most of the graves were from the 70's and 80's). When a family was buried all on the same day, what could have happened? Fire? Accident? Murder? Some graves have been left unattended for decades, covered with weeds and moss. I don't know, there's just something about cemeteries that gets to me - the peacefulness, the mystery, the silence.
I've enjoyed the time alone so far, I think. Been spending so much time in the kitchen that my family has actually had home cooked food for the last few days.
The very tall pile of homework is still staring back at me, untouched for several weeks.
It's already Friday and there's still so much left to do. Maybe I should stop procrastinating, maybe I should stick to my priorities, maybe I should complete all the half written posts saved under my drafts.
...Or maybe I should bake blueberry muffins.
Yes, now that sounds sane enough.
Blueberry muffins, yum.
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