I'm too tired to post but shall anyway.
Two days have been filled with visits, visits and more visits to places I rarely step into, houses of relatives I barely know and anonymous chatting with strangers. And this is the second time I wore the chapal during Hari Raya. If those who don't know what a chapal is, its like a women's heels, except its only bout half an inch from the ground. Yet I choose to wear it cause it bore the cultural value of Malays with baju kurung.
And it matches my clothes.
But the first day started as shit cause I missed the takbir and barely the sembahyang as well. Mind you, I woke up real early. But it was the limited space at the mosque that sucks everything. By the time I arrived there, it was already fully packed with colours. And what's left of Alkaff mosque was the big field all around it, but guess what..it was all wet with rain water from the day before. So there goes my white shirt.
But I looked good. Check out my more-than-ever-irritating hair. Perlin will love me more.
Two days have been filled with visits, visits and more visits to places I rarely step into, houses of relatives I barely know and anonymous chatting with strangers. And this is the second time I wore the chapal during Hari Raya. If those who don't know what a chapal is, its like a women's heels, except its only bout half an inch from the ground. Yet I choose to wear it cause it bore the cultural value of Malays with baju kurung.
And it matches my clothes.
But the first day started as shit cause I missed the takbir and barely the sembahyang as well. Mind you, I woke up real early. But it was the limited space at the mosque that sucks everything. By the time I arrived there, it was already fully packed with colours. And what's left of Alkaff mosque was the big field all around it, but guess what..it was all wet with rain water from the day before. So there goes my white shirt.
But I looked good. Check out my more-than-ever-irritating hair. Perlin will love me more.
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So then it continues with my sincere apologies to mom and dad, grandpa grandma ...and many more. And what more than to enjoy all the Hari Raya treats, I meant the kueh-mueh of course. And so righteous to say sorry please forgive me to those houses we visits. Sadly this year didn't get to meet my lovely cousins at Aunt Nana's house. Cause I knew they would spent more time doing their hair than I do.
I hope all of you will forgive me for the bad things I've done in my life. All the nasty things I've said and may whatever things I get be right. And to my dear friends..
Happy Hari Raya. May peace be with you.
P.s. It's not over..yet.
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