"I swear, if I get one more MSN msg telling me Selamat Berpuasa, I'll throw a couple of ketupats into their faces. All so bloody overrated." - Chek Sal

I've finally linked Saliha. Why? Because she's hilarious, she sounds like a makcik and she has huge tits. How can I not like her?

So Ramadhan is upon us again.

Hari Raya hardly makes an impact on me now. I don't know if it's because I'm older that I'm more cynical.

I remember having butterflies in my stomach when I was younger and having to wake up early while the men in the family went to the mosque. We'd run around the house while trying to put on our baju kurungs and apply make-up. Back then, we'd actually ask our parents for forgiveness. I don't know about the others but I actually meant it when I asked them for forgiveness then.

And then came the fighting between the parents. I remember not too long ago, on the morning of Hari Raya, my parents had a huge argument and my father didn't bring my brother to the mosque. My mother slammed the door and stayed up in her room all day. My sister and I had to change out of our kebayas and we stayed home all day watching TV. I cried that day. I couldn't understand why adults could be so horrible and ruin a special day. I wasn't a child but such things do mean a lot to me.

I remember vowing to myself that my kids will never have to go through that. Because special occasions like Hari Raya only come once a year.

I try not to let bad memories like that creep up on me but I'm hoping that one day, that funny feeling in my stomach will be rekindled. And I haven't asked my mother for forgiveness for a few years now.

Maybe this year I will. I hope nothing cocks up this time around because I haven't had a proper Raya for a long time now.