The things that you own

I know there's a saying that the thing that you own end up owning you. It's true.Everything that I own or collect comes from a lot of consideration and I lovingly buy them. Every single piece of my clothing,my handbag and my shoes and especially the stuff that I collected during my travel means a lot to me.

It saddens me to great extend that the things that I collect or own is being mistreated.One of my fridge magnet broke today and nobody in my family admitted to it. It cannot be replaced. I don't mind people borrowing my stuff as long as you respected it.My stupid nephew break the arm of my nutcracker and I feel like breaking his arm. I love my nephew but I love my nutcracker even more. I know it sound bad but that is what I'm feeling.I'm just sick of seeing my stuff being treated like this.

Is this the fate of everything that I own? I'm sorry that I bought them now because people don't appreciate their values. I feel like taking all of them back and keep in my boxes where they will be safer

Selamat hari raya

I was promising myself that I am gong to update the blog after raya,well here it is..

Surprisingly after waiting for 4 years to celebrate raya with my family and having all those traditional expectations...it was a flat raya. I think the anticipation of raya in the states was greater and the raya itself was meaningful.

Wake up in the morning by takbir and lies down listening to it thinking,is this it? My brother and his family celebrated raya in Johor considering his MIL is no longer alive and so to accompany his FIL he spent the raya there.My newlywed sister also was in Penang with her hubby leaving just me and my elder sister..

So all of us decided to go back to Singapore after going to my nenek house. It only takes 2 hrs ++ to go to Singapore but the traffic in Tambak Johor was simply a bitch. We were stuck there for 2 hours.

The overwhelming feeling of my cousing who suddenly growed up and dressing 20 years older throw me off balance. With the new minted cucu sedara. Yes I am already a nenek level in my mother side just put me in my place that after 4 years things do change.You thought things stay relatively the same but nooo,staying in US is like staying in a time warped kind of thing.

Suddenly my cousin is like a machine baby factory that keep on churning babies. Their husband cheating on them and bla2. And you don't even have to be ugly for your husband to cheat on you.It makes me goes is there any reliable men out there?It seems the new disease that infected Malays men is the impossiblities to be loyal.I leave that another time for discussion though.

The first raya we went home around 3am after late supper.Very usual.I don't manage to capture people sitting behind truck in baju raya this time.It seems people are getting richer and can afford cars on mass basis nowadays :(. No longer a familiar sight.

Second day was slow, we went to my grandfather,grandmother and mak long graves for a visit. It was quite somber. I never met my grandfather and looking at his graves I wondered do we share traits or relationship unknowing to me. After that more cousins home to visit until late at night and we took supper near Esplanade and seeing the new track of F1 races.

Third day was spend solely on shopping in all my favorite places. Bargain time I supposed. And that was how my raya this time.I hope next time would be better but I doubt it.It would be like this for the next 4 years or so considering we're all leaving Malaysia again soon.