Dream a Little Bigger, Darling

Mood: Bitchy

Music: Dead- My Chemical Romance

Hari Raya is done and over with..I know raya is for a month yada..yada..what I mean is the 1^st week of Raya is done. I’m back to my lil comfy home and enjoying peace and quiet after 1 week or craziness.

The craziness of Hari Raya: Let me count the way.

1. How much money I did spent.

Too much it’s not even funny. Seriously guys, the baju raya (for me, my mom and lil bro), kuih raya, bekas kuih raya and all things related to raya cost me more than my monthly salary. Small blessing for the bonus though.

2. Driving.

I don’t wanna die because of stupid drivers and reckless road users. Really l am. The way people drive during festive season is so crazy at times I wonder whether they did left their brains somewhere in the kiuh raya jars. Everybody wanna reach their destination extra fast they forget that they’re not the only one with the same ambition and determination. People were speeding, changing lanes like hell hounds are set on their asses, honking and so on. It’s so frustrating and SCARY..

3. House chores.

Contrary to popular belief I am not lazy. I can help around the house. I’m not a great cook but I have no problem with cleaning the dishes, doing the laundry, sweeping etc but raya makes all the mention above extra strenuous. When you have spent hours in front the sink, cleaning/washing and drying plates/glasses/cups only then you can understand my pain. Imagine guests like 20 of them including lil monsters (children) running and screaming around like banshee and the huge amounts of plates that I need to clean up. Sheer torture I tell you.

4. Children

Not a fan of any. Ever. I can deal with hundreds of cats at once but not one child for 2 minutes. Their high pitch screeching (I wonder how lungs that small has the capacity to scream that loud), grabby hands and sadism towards my cats are enough to make me lose my inner calm and just wanna stomp upon them like they are nothing but a bunch of insects. My God..Didn’t their parents teach them manners? At all?

5. Shitty questions.

Ask me shitty questions and I’ll give you shitty answers. Marriage is one of the major parts of shitty questions. Period. I don’t care so and so are married with happy little babies. I don’t care so and so is married to a doctor or teacher or drug addict for that matter. I am a happy-independent-no nonsense single woman. I don’t ask for money from anyone. I have hobbies (whether they’re healthy or not it’s in different case all together) and I am not amused of being ask the same question over and over again. Give me RM 1 million (or 10) then we’ll talk.

6. Guests who just refuse to go home and with lots of demand.

Raya is the day to visit relatives and friends. Yes I get that totally but it’s not the reason for any of them to stay at my house from morning until night (worst case scenario: until the next morning). I am just happy with my small family. All uncles, aunties, cousins, nephews, nieces etc are manic and they drive me crazy. I can’t stay in the living room to watch tv, I have to clean the dishes after them, I have to minimize my happy time in the bathroom (not that..whatever you’re thinking.. pervert..I like taking bath and that includes body & facial scrubs and head massage), I have to fend my pitiful cats from their terrorizing children. Not including demanding guests. They called and demanded to have certain food to be prepared for lunch as if my house is a fucking restaurant. We (my mom and I) had to brave our way to go to wet market a day before raya to buy pucuk paku. Fucking pucuk paku a day before raya!! it’s like asking for 50% off for Prada shoes damn it!! They also want to eat ikan sembilang masak lemak tempoyak and sambal belacan.

Demented that’s what they are..

With all the things I mentioned above it is no surprise for me to be a raya Grinch. All the craziness are not worthy for my time, money and sanity. Hopefully next raya will be better..