Mak cik garang in telekungs

So here I am, besieged by the unvarying dawdle of my own holiday 'bliss'. Perhaps too idyllic to even arrange words into sentences, and from sentences into a paragraph. Exactly, I hardly get even a sentence done to make it a blog entry. How pathetic I must say…

Therefore in this quiet morning of 15^th day of Ramadhan, with a fully stock up 28 feet long intestine, I make it an obligation to at least splurge a trace amount of energy to make these becoming-sloth fingers to boogie up the keyboard and thus this rusting brain to take a little task of directing ideas here and there.

I think that the women who always occupying the very front saf in the masjid are fairly fierce, and the fierce lessen as the saf regress. This is just my random thought by the way! I mean, I realized that every after solat, after taking the final salam, these women (mostly) will turn their heads to the back with quite a fierce look and eyes squinting sharply as if they would emit a green laser light pointing at those (kids) at the back of the hall (far behind) who made quite a noise or just a little clatter during the prayer being held. And these laser-light-sharp-stare actually travel through several safs behind them before they finally put a punch on those noisy kids, which actually left all the other women at the safs following in a gasping jolt.

Come on aunties, chill la~ Memang susah nak khusyuk, but Allah knows that you've tried. Me too, I hate those kids who are making noise and playing UNO cards at the back of the hall.

To parents out there, if you have babies or kids who are not (yet) taught to pray, leave them at home! Or if you can't afford a babysitter, please make yourselves affordable to buy some plaster tapes! Or better, go for parenting class on how to keep children respect to holy places.