I am clearly not feeling the spirit of hari raya. I want to go visiting, especially see my sister's favourite aunt from my dad's side, but my dad, being him, simply refuses to get out of that oh so dreadful massage chair. I missed her hilarious antics when she visited yesterday because I was out raya-ing with the spfb people (yay!)

I think this year we as a family went to my grandparents house, the oldest aunty, mak chek's place, Ateh's house(I still can't believe we still call him ah-teh since we were pelat kids,) Cik Itah's parent's house, Pak Chek's mum's, and half of the family went to mak lang lijah's. That's like all, lorh. My duit raya is like so little.

And on a bloody Sunday, you can catch me eating the kerepek ubi in the living room, thinking how pathetic this year's hari raya is, and how lethargic my parents are this year, how unenthusiastic my sister is due to exams, and how the only chippy happy ones are me and Rusy (I prefer to refer to her as 'rusy' than 'my 6-year-old little sister.) And then I go to madrasah where ustaz khindir didn't come. it was damn sad cause he's growing onto me. hahah. Bloody Sunday.
*makes loads of sad faces*


btw, rusy won 3rd place for her halloween costume.

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