Hari Raya 2010

I could remember of another Hari Raya in the past which fell on a Friday. I was reminscing being in the mosque twice in a day. One for the Hari Raya prayers and another, the Friday prayers.

I could remember the streets i would pass by every year. Haig Rd. Tampines Rd. Hougang Ave 3.

Times have really changed. I've seen little boys grown up into teenagers, teenagers grown up into adults getting married next month.

And grandma. She raised me up till I was two. She had never scolded or shouted at me till i was at the point of breaking. She knew what i liked to eat. I could see in her eyes how much she cared for me.

"So have you found a job?" asked grandpa. It was only recently that i think i got closer to grandpa. I think we understood each other in some terms. He is jovial, humorous and good- natured.

I also met my uncle who was hospitalised for a lymph node complication. How could a misfortune be a blessing in disguise?

My cousin in National Service said about a confinement order and i asked him if that was for getting caught smoking in restricted premises. He said it was part of a routine.

And i wished another cousin of mine good luck in her exams. Which is, kinda my exams too.

Warna keeps airing well- wishers who break down at the end of their dedications on live radio. For every person, in this Hari Raya, there is surely something nostalgic to think about. Something that could probably stir emotions.

Where are all the others whom I have yet to meet today?

Art gallery

Can someone explain what is the use of art galleries and museums? It is not exactly the best in generating revenues and entrepreneurial aspirations, but it still exists, standing tall in cities. It's like you need the phone and television, but you also want that lanscape picture hanging in the living room.

People buy Toyota Camrys, BMW 700 series and Land Rovers. But the Volkswagen Beetle, the Mini Cooper and Harley Davidson's is just as pricey, if not, greater.

So art still sells.