Sekecil burung kedidi, Adinda terbang ke hati kekanda, Mengharapkan cinta yang menggunung, Terguling-guling aku dalam tikar gulung.

Apparently, my retrosexualism is making girls allergic to me (and thus unnecessarily prolonging my status as a SPURMO). I really haven't been so much of a clotheshorse all my life. With the kind of cleaning and caring that I do with my clothes, it's only once in a very long while that I get myself a new piece of clothing, usually when the existing ones are extremely worn off that it tore itself or have become very patchy due to discoloration (size has never been a problem… as it should! *grin*).

So really, if that's not commitment, I don't know what is.

I should point out that I go without underpants on some days too.

There was a different feel to Hari Raya this time around. For many, it would have been due to rising cost of petrol and goods that limited the travel and celebrations. For us, it was mainly due to Grandma being no longer around. We still went back to Johor Bahru to celebrate though. I was reminded of last year's Hari Raya when she gave duit raya to everyone in the family. Perhaps she had a feeling that it was going to be her last Raya with us. I still have that duit raya packet unopened in my possession. Knowing her, she would've smacked me on the head for not doing anything with that duit raya with the rising cost of goods and all that.

The other thing that made Raya different this time around was the absolute lack of the age old question of marriage that I get year after year. I'm not complaining.

Selamat Hari Raya, everyone! Maaf zahir batin.