kad raya

I wonder why I ever stopped writing raya cards and receiving any for that matter.

Raya is just around the corner and sadly I have neither received any yet nor have I given any to anyone. Well, we had one posted by our next door neighbour but that was addressed to my dad. My heart tells me it is going to be just like last year and the years before. Nil raya cards.

With the evolution of communication, tangible cards are rapidly being replaced. While I think the emails, e-cards and smses are a practical and great compensation, nothing beats receiving a beautiful, colourful and personalized raya cards from your special ones.

I still remember that feeling I had, anticipating for Mr. Postman daily and that flipping of the heart when I saw bulk of cards addressed to me. And that smile I had on my face upon looking at the familiar handwriting because I already knew who the senders were. But that time has long gone; I wonder to myself what happened.

Back then, my family used to print our own raya cards and I remember watching my dad writing them and sending them without fail every year. And raya shopping back in the days also meant shopping for lots and lots of raya cards. I don't quite remember when we decided to put a stop to it. I wonder was it because my dad stopped, I followsuit.

However, I don't think without raya cards will make it less a raya. I think it is simply a medium and has become a culture that we have long abide to make it truly a raya. To me, raya cards or no raya cards, I am still going to enjoy my raya. And I will hug you, shake your hands, and look you in the eye and sincerely utter words from the heart.

And I guess that's why.

i'm staying

I have been silent for a long time. Many times, I visited this place trying to put my thoughts down only to find me failing again for the umpteenth time. At one point, I even decided to put a closure to it - I didn't dare to anyway.

So, hello earthlings, fellow blogger friends. I'm sorry I haven't been writing for I know a simple update will do. It is dusty, this place, just as rustic as my writing would be haven't I decided to revisit and stay.


I have so much to tell and share only I don't know where to begin. A post to compensate 2 months' of silence is something that neither I can manage to summarize nor would you want to be bored with. So I guess this is a post to mark my comeback and I am glad to say I'm staying (I pray I could stick to my promise). Hopefully long enough so that this abode will have inscriptions of me and my new life after this.

I didn't know how much I miss writing until I have my fingers touching the keypad and seeing how easy they are now typing away. I am suddenly regretting my action of deleting my previous blog which was a hoarder of my precious treasures of my yesteryears abroad, the time when I was much younger with an erratic emotion (oh yes). With all that gone, I don't have something that I can visit to anymore if ever I miss who I used to be, how I used to think, or how I used to see the world.

Ok. So enough of that reminiscing.

I'm getting married, as most of you would already know by now. As my dad will give me away to a man I have vowed to spend the rest of my life with in about 3 more months, I can assure you that the topic of wedding and anything related will be constantly popping up. If it ever does, I am asking you to just bear with me and to pretend that you're at least happy for me (Syada, I know you will). If you don't, well, life goes on, and I am still goingt to be the happiest bridezilla. For friends who are joining the bandwagon, I hope to have your support for I know we bore our friends too much already haha

I am signing off and remember, you have been forewarned!

p/s: It's good to be back!

The Writer

The Writer
I am a wife, a mother, and a teacher by profession. At times a pessimist and one who is easily amused. I find comfort once entering the threshold of my bedroom. I write because I want to and it makes me feel good :)