Surprisingly, the visiting went well. No "unanswerable" questions asked. Instead I was surrounded by lotsa beautiful babies. Made me feel like making one of my own. *coughs*. There was one cousin-in-law of mine who kept singing this ridiculous song to entertain his kid. It went something like "dee-boo-dee-boo-dee", or what the fuck it was, im not sure. It was hilarious at first but he went on and on and on, it felt as though the song is clawing through my soul. I thought fatherhood was suppose to make one a wiser man. So wrong.
But food was good, i ate like there's no tomorrow. I'm still munching now, at this hour. Hari raya is soo bad for my weight. Goddamit, but i love it. So sue me.
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