Hate Raya so damn much.
Imagine you had set a programme meant to build up your shrinking body size while attempting to ‘construct’ my your very own six packs in place of the fat tummy, and you have worked so damn hard to achieve that stage, suddenly a huge junk of tasty, delicious, and tempting food place neatly on your table.
These flirtatious food are like seducing you with their smooth texture along with the ever hungry-stimulating odour (HSO). Even me with the strong determination set way before Raya to resist weight gain could not sway off the food out of my reach. I broke my rules, and now I suffer.
5 houses in the space of 6 hours with an average 800grams to gain in each house, I have gained about 4 kg just 24 hours ago. That could be accumulated to even more if I had not insisted on stopping the food being forcefully inserted into my food, literally. I have no qualms about eating food, that’s a blessing for me but then, these much of food is just too much for me. I swear, I saw my future looked dimmed afterwards with me being a obese like an elephant.
But then the seducement of the food was too hard to resist. The sweetness of the Raya cookies, the reddish curry chickens full of the taste of the freshness of chickens, the rendangs which were simply well-cooked to produce the great texture, not to forget with the pulut and lemang ready made just placed beside me, my hands began to move uncontrollably. Suddenly my brain was out of my control, before I had even realised I broke my own rules, my mouth was a total mess. I mean ‘messy’ in terms of the cookies in one place, the rendang mixing around with it in another, the pulut forcefully inserted into the mouth and a big gulp of laichi ice under the hot day. Though the taste of the mixture was quite err…weird, but the satisfaction was too great to be described!
That happened in the first house, with my friends stunned by my rather rude improper manner, nevertheless, I continued my adventure with them looking to their surprise. The adventure continued with one house and another, and obviously my rate of stuffing food decreases with time, but still I managed to eat a plate of beehun mixed with crunched with cili padi cooked by the ever lovely my teacher’s daughter.
The satisfaction, is just way too much, I enjoy it better than my new year! And I actually have 3 more invitations for next week adventure! These happen when you are popular.
But the suffering comes later, with my programme being on hold due to interuption during the Raya period, I guess I will just have to postpone my construction of six-packs to maybe err, after Raya.
Now you know why I hate Raya, but I love it.
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Friends,
Raya,
Raya Aidilfitri 