Its Hari Raya Again.

Went out for dinner at 8pm
When i was coming back, i got stared down by some punks.

The thing about Hari Raya is that huge amounts of malays start congregating in my area.
Its noisy all the way till 3 in the morning.
Thank god i live on the 11th floor.

But what you see here, are youths moving in groups averaging 5-6 people.
There are those smaller ones with just 2/3 ppl and those really large ones with 20 people.
Well, what happened was after my dinner i came across a group of 4 guys.
I was looking at them (not in a hurtful or abusive way) and while i stay true to whats in the paranthesis, i was silently ridiculing their caps. Cuz its amazing how they can rise so high.
Well, seems like i caught their attention.
Started looking at me and i got a little nervous having to walk past them.
Not like i could ever get in a fight down here.
I swear. 1 punch and like the whole street would be onto me.

Anyway, back at my block, there was this matriach waiting at the lift with me. We entered a lift and a bicycle came in blocking my way.
What surprised me was her pleasant smile asking me for my floor number since i couldnt reach the buttons.
I guess it totally got rid of my negative image due to the punks.
But then, dont make it a racial problem i say.
It isnt a malay characteristic (not the hats. The staring) but rather the characteristic of youths.

I still remember last year, i was bitching about litter on this blog during this period of time.
I still stand by that.
They can have their fun. But whats important is that clean up.
I can't stop you from turning my void-deck and whole street to a party pasa malam. But damn clean up pls.