Good morning, night, afternoon..to all. By the time I penned this blog, the PSI reading currently marked at 102 and it is in unhealthy category. The weather report for the next three hours would be hazy...with showers over many areas.
Got a call from Ti this morning at 0615. As usual, she is always the first to arrive in her school where she teach and she was shocked cum excited that she received a 'gift' on her desk. It was EYORE, the donkey..from the Disney's Winnie the Pooh. She promised that she will put the pic either here on in her 360.
The festive season are around the corner. And I haven't bought a single 'baju kurung'. Its a Malay culture when celebrating Hari Raya festive, to put on the traditional baju kurung, prepare ketupat (rice cakes), rendang...and such.
Some of my non-muslims friends and colleagues always regard Hari Raya as "Malay New Year" ..thinking that it is similar to the Lunar New Year celebrated by Chinese. Actually Hari Raya is not our New Year. Muslims celebrate the festival of Aidilfitri popularly known as Hari Raya Puasa, or simply Hari Raya (Day of Celebration) in this region to mark the culmination of Ramadhan, the holy month of fasting. It is a joyous occasion for Muslims, as it signifies a personal triumph, a victory of self-restraint and abstinence, symbolising purification and renewal.
In Singapore..gone are the days of fierce firecrackers which is common during kampung days. or may be still be experienced in countries like in Malaysia and Indonesia. Being a modern Malay society, me or Ti, may not be fluent in our Malay culture, and especially Ti....she will sometimes stammer even to speak her own mother-toungue. 
Referring to my previous blog, she had an encounter with a local guy whom intimidated her of forgetting her roots, culture...just because she rarely speak Malay! That is absurd.
To me, the most crucial is her uphold in religion, because culture is not a way of life. Islam is! It applies to the past, present and future....and culture does not. To us, it is more sufficient to know about history and never forget our roots. That's why ...when me and Ti had spent time together especially in Boat Quay, I will always make her visualise the toils and sweat our forefathers need to earn a living. Living in Singapore decades ago was very difficult.
To our ancestors, which we had never seen or known before...may your souls be blessed. Amin.
And sometimes, I just wonder how my ancestors looks like, dress like or what are their pastime, living condition. To satisfy my curiosity, I had gather few photos and would like to share with you.
