Ramadhan.

Fasting month. I have always dreaded it. Before it came, I dreaded my separation with my one true love, food. While it's here, I dread having to conform to its rules. As it is ending, I dread the spring cleaning that needs to be done and when it ends, I hate the ritual Hari Raya brings along with it. The clothes, the up-do, the salam-ing, the mass of irritating makciks and pakciks that come to visit. Not only do they visit, the pretence of forgiving and forgetting... They might as well not bother. Urgh.

I hate Hari Raya.