Wrayyya

There were many reunions at the mosque today. The favourite Imam took the stage again, and his sing-song 70's Sarawak Malay accent is a joy to the ear. Some brats kept talking the whole takbir, and when one of them accidentally spoke out too loudly the whole congretion jumped on him. Many handshakes after the prayers.

For it is Raya.

Tis' a boring Raya. No-one's home except for me and dad, diarrhea attacked and the food... not enough. Not to mention there's a report to be handed in and the finals closing in fast.

Ah well. Guess I have to make do.

Nyoro~n

Remember, remember, 16th of September

It is the sixteenth. If you are a Sarawakian or a Sabahan and you forget the significance of this date, then shame on you.

You know how I feel about this date. Again and again, year after year, there is little fanfare for this date but a lot of noise on 31 August. Seriously, what the fuck? Are we two states [means] nothing to you?

Without my camera

I am depressed. You better come home quick old buddy!

Hmm.

It's 0137. I have something to write, but the time limit is too short. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps never.