Borne Identity

Been several days since thee world bear wintess to my

incessant ramblings.

Whutt a relief people! I M B A A A C K K K K ! ! !

Lemme bring you guys back to a time not long ago;

in the age of IT, where bloggers receive more attention

than politicians and N-U-D-E bloggers receiving even

more attention than nonderscript bloggers.

To be precise, it was on Hari Raya. Third November.

Two thousand Five.

My family members congregate at our headquarters

disseminating classified information and had kuih-kuih

and ketupat during our annual meeting. Not forgetting

are thee local favourite serunding and thee continental

specialty, bluberry juice.

The members laughed at almost anything to conceal their

true identities whilst passing top-secret info in the form

of recipes, photo albums, well-wishes and lame jokes.

At the end of every annual meeting, children, tweens,

teens are fed even more information through the green

packets. To the ordinary eye, it's just a green packet.

But to thee trained eye .. every gold thread on

the green packaging has a significant meaning. And even

more disturbing, is whut lies beyond thee self-adhesive

area .. information in thee form of Yusofs. You might

think it's money .. i strongly advise you to think .. again.

And at thee end of thee day, thee members shake

each others' hands and seem to ask for forgiveness

but in actual fact, even more information have been

passed.

Hari Raya is not Hari Raya liike you know it. Ask your

nearest neighbour about such activities and they'll

have this quiver about their lips and a slight twitch

in thee eyebrows as they lie through their teeth,

Goin on and on about strengthening family bonds

and communal togetherness.

Believe what you want, afterall im just a blogger.

If you arent happy, I can always show a hairy thigh or

two if ya know whutt I mean

=)

Disclaimer:

The report above has been sowed from the author's

seeds or buds of imagination. The author is not liable for

any suspicion that might arise and readers are advised

to take this story with a pinch of salt. The author also

received 300 dollars +++ for the festival but is not too

keen to share it with anyone.