I'M BACK FROM KELANTAN.
My Eid celebration consisted of going around almost the whole state of Kelantan; fumbling with the keys of the house that we rented from my uncle, my father's younger brother; making a conclusion that the same uncle has a son that looks similar to Ryan Stiles (of Who's Line Is It Anyway?) & a daughter Kirsten Dunst; mother tried to matchmake the Ryan Stiles look-a-like cousin with another cousin who is from my mother's side; going around people's houses greeted with the same cookies; crossing the same bridge again and again; meeting fat and round babies; keeping ourselves (only Azim and I, my mother was off talking with her relatives) secluded from any social interaction with most of our cousins; bloody fireworks; people getting confused with us; people thinking that I am older than Azim; people complaining that I'm taller than them; most people asking about where am I schooling now and my mother's the one who did the explaining; no negative feedbacks, thank goodness; Azim reading Neil Gaiman while I read Murakami at night before we go to sleep; distracting the bees to go to another light source and not the one in our room; watching a Hindustani movie which was located in New York/New Jersey last night; no caterpillars going up under my skirt; Azim & I wearing my mother's baju kurung cos that's how we save some space; still getting the money.
MONEY COUNT: RM175. Ha.
My mother's friends and family (including Azim and I, of course) made jokes about her getting married to Pak Lah/the Prime Minister. Most of her friends called her when she was in Mecca, asking her to go and take the chance. My mother said she's tired of being the 'dustbin' (if most of you are wondering, my mother can be considered as... a socialite? She always host wedding receptions and major events, and had a phone conversation with the Sultan's sister while we were walking around in Pasir Puteh).
I have yet to continue NaNoWrimo.
PS: I almost cried after finishing Kafka On The Shore. Almost, by saying that I hold back because I don't want Azim to freak out all of a sudden because I was crying over a book written by Murakami.
PPS: Azim insulted Haruki Murakami.
PPPS: If she gets a SLR camera(in which, before this she was claiming that digital was oh more almighty than film when I proposed the idea of ME getting one), I am going to kill myself. But then there's the options of working after SPM, in which I will get enough money to buy one for myself. I suppose. If only I'm not chosen for National Service.
I bought BSS's s/t album and it was like, RM79.90, but Troy gave me discount so yay :D