After a shagged week under the sun and through all the sweaty shirts, nothing beats seeing your smile from afar, hearing your chuckle and listening to your own melayu-fied mimics.

Some things are just meant to come through time. And when it does, all I wanna do… is to treasure them.

As I sat by myself amongst the many rows of the mosque’s prayer halls, I was drowned by the takbir that echoed across the empty spaces. It was thereupeutic in a sense that I was feeling calm with all my thoughts being channelled out of my head for a moment or two.

I’ve always believed that things happen for a reason but with so many of them occuring thus far, I’m finding it hard to keep track of the reasons.

Babe how simple but true your words were - I’ve been bottling up my feelings.

Enjoy the holidays everyone and to my Muslim friends, Selamat Hari Raya.

Time to me now is a big factor. There’s so many things to be done that I wish the cuckoo bird will come out of its housing 48 times a day. But please reset it back to 24 when I’m away from home.

The clash with Hari Raya doesn’t make things any better. Now I wanna be a Pokemon and learn the ‘Teleport’ skill - to be able to move like lightning and shout like thunder. I wonder if Pikachu went through the same training regime that I am right now.

My dad had the cheek to ask me the same question as before when we all had came to the agreement that we’ll not raise it up for the time being. For the time being doesn’t mean 2 weeks man, c’mon. Even more cheekier was the apt timing when I am mentally and physically drained a little.

I thought my time off will be MINE. But *snap snap* reality check, I’m still the “head of the family”, the son and the only able-bodied male specie available. Sigh? Neigh.

I’m not complaining, just lamenting.

It’s 9.34pm and I’m already feeling damn weary. It must’ve been those early wake-up calls for sahur these past few days. Damn man.

2 weeks, or more likely 17 days, is all that it takes

for gigantic insurance companies to melt down…
for me to miss the F1 fever which I think is way too over-rated…
to decrease that Hari Raya mood in me…
for Man Utd to struggle at the start of the season (again)…
to make me wear my jeans like a hip-hop guy…
to see someone from fall from cloud nine to ground zero…

My soiled clothes smelt sour, as testified by my sister’s nose. And Mum said I can only start washing tomorrow.

It’s only 3 more fucking days to Hari Raya, can you believe it? My table top should have kuih-kuih already but it still looked the same from 2 weeks back. The curtains have remained in their sedia position for a record timing but their counterparts - the cushion covers - have managed to camouflage themselves with the wooden rattan surroundings with their new brown, yellow, orange uniform.

Coming from a country that has a high possibility of rain-shine-rain-shine-rain-shine within an hour, it suddenly became foreign to me that the pattern changed to shine-shine-shine-shine-shine-shine-rain. What’s up man!

I’ve never toasted to countdowns all these while but they soon become inevitable when they are your REAL source of motivation. Digging deep down to climb back up and move on is the toughest challenge I encountered thus far.

Are there any other big or hot news that I’ve missed out?

I’m counting down, really. ’cause I’m excited for I’m anxious, scared for I’m uncertain but I gotta keep myself composed.

Just like many other people who enlisted before me, catching up with people close to heart has never been much more enjoyable. My dear cousins, member-member lepak, poly friends and close friends.

But all these HAD to be cramped within the 10 days time frame from the day Babe touched down in Singapore till the day I will be shipped off to Tekong. Grrr.

But it worth the time, money and travel. From Seah Im Food Centre to Haig Road to Le Caire to Miss Clarity Cafe to Max Brenner, to Kampong Glam Cafe… the different faces that I see all brought wide smiles to my face.

And Babe? The late night catch up session at Al-Ameen, the trip down to Discovery Centre that detoured the Army Museum short of the long list that I had penned down for ‘Places to go when you come back from Penang’ but I’m just glad that I got to see you back before you embark on another project.

Oh gawd I was really thinking how I survived growing my hair all long (and brown). When I saw my tresses (chey chey tresses or what) being detached from its roots and onto the white but unvirgin piece of cloth draped over my body, I was paying my last respects for the all living things that have been seeking solace on my scalp since god knows when.

Wow that’s a long and probably a grammatically correct sentence.

So yes, don’t bother typing my URL for the next 2 weeks ’cause I’m not putting any posts on timestamp. Go enjoy your post POP days, make your bf/gf happier or work extra hours for your boss.

BMT-oh!