baby moon, rice and daun palas

is it still the same, i wonder? days when i see those wooden houses over that side at the kampung being decorated with blinking colorful lights and little oil lamps on a bamboo stick in the courtyard...

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days when the night before, the old man will announce the sighting of the baby moon, days when the morning tele, instead of showing some popular disney cartoon on a holiday morning, shows the morning prayers instead? days when it always happen in the first 2 months of the year rather than at the other end of the year like recently?

time passes by, things change, people change. even the recipe for the ketupat changes... so does the way people remember the purpose of it all...

selamat Eid uL-Fitr

and mr. moon, he came by...

kinda mysterious, him. while most are out and about, happily welcoming the coolness of the night, he is always there. watching. doesnt make a sound or making himself too imposing to be noticed. yet, he is there. only those who know and wiling to, can find him. and many greet him. even so, he never make a sound, and as ever, never had any expression. he is just there...

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there are tales about him, or associated with him. to me, and many, all others will not matter come this sunday ~ his special day. yet, he won't have any expression to show. never did, and ever will be. those who see with their hearts may think, he will be very glad, that, as if its his birthday, everyone that remembers him toast to him, and most importantly, associate him with that specially made red-bean-filled little cake...

the fact is, the moment i'm writing without any real idea of when the day of the festival is going to be. hence, just now i (panicky) went hunting for some of those brown cakes. and not too surprised to find that even these brown buddies come in different fillings already.

cute? as traditional as they may seem, they are also nicely labeled...

for some reason, despite all the fancy varieties of moon cakes nowadays, i just find the type that i used to know, best suit me. the round and brown, red bean filled, moon cake. with a skin a lil bit oily and shiny. that distinct burnt smell. the aroma from the ingredients and the oily coat... and i can't find any!

so care to take a lil' bit of your time and greet that fella come sunday night? he is there always, perhaps watching us and has been keeping us safe, sung our bedtime song, eased our broken hearts and inspiring people everywhere...

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