*Temporarily Restrained by Ramadhan*

Like the Devil, and only during the month of Ramadhan, I feel very "chained up" by Ramadhan's call to modesty and pious-living. All of the ideas that I have written down to work up as journal entries for this month are either sexually explicit, graphically disgusting, or filled to the brim with smear, libel, and curse words. So, in short, I am clueless as to what to write. I have ideas, sure, they never stop coming, but they will reign this page another day. Hm... I have to do some serious brainstorming and soon.

Last year, around the same time as now, I wrote a lot about my grandDad's method on training your kids to fast, and my mom's phone calls to me with regards to my Raya balik kampung, and my fasting days as a kid; all of them had a reminiscing-the-good-old-days flavor, and a sense of family-values-in-times-of-the-festive-season, but I wish not to walk down the same nostalgic road anymore for this year. Yeah, sure, a lot of people liked them, a lot of people got hooked to that side of me writing, but I can't think of any good reason to pursue such a trend. Like Steven Spielberg said, when asked of directing the Harry Potter movies, "...that's like shooting a fish in a barrel."

I am pretty sure that if you walk around the gengjurnal neighborhood and read what they have to say this time of year, there is a high probability that you'll read about their version of childhood Ramadhan and how they dealt with it and what the experience meant to them. Y'know, the usual nostalgic crap, which is not to say a bad thing in general, but just, nothing much of a unique thing to that. The usual annual theme. Cliche is the word, I guess. But, hey, if you want to be entertained by puasa yang-yuk stories and how-my-first-day-of-puasa-went diatribes, be my guest. In the meantime, I'm going to take a break and get myself some sweet sweet sweet post-Zuhur nap.

Wassalam.