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Uh.
I left it here to rot. Seriously, I have nothing much to blog about, rather than what happened on that day or my random thoughts.
Here goes...
13th October, the first day of Syawal, otherwise known as Hari Raya Puasa, the day where Muslims mark the end of the fasting month. Kids, looking forward to going to their relatives' house and getting green packets. As for the adults, this is the time where they seek forgiveness to their loved ones, no matter how little of mistakes they have made to those whom they thought had done wrong.
It's the worst Hari Raya for me.
On the first day of Raya, we would usually go to our grandmother's house as a family, because she lives quite near to us, around 10 mins walk to Boon Lay Place. We would dress with a theme, (last year was all black). Well this year, there wasn't any theme at all. My mother wore last year's baju kurung, my sister.... forgot. My other sis wore kebaya, a white one, somewhat the negative of last year's. And me and my father were supposed to wear black. ( Don't ask why I wanted to wear black).
Here's the most ridiculous part, my father did not go with us like we always do. In fact, he stayed at home the whole day, smoking, watching tv and what not.
The feeling of Raya did not emerge. Because we would always do it as a family,and since my father wasn't there, I don't feel the need to celebrate Raya. Despite the fact that I fasted for a whole month, what's the use if in the end you don't get to celebrate it together?
The next day, we were supposed to go to my mother's side of the family for Raya, but eventually, my father went out. Why? I don't know. I was disappointed. But I was happy, to a very small extent. I went out, but not to Raya, just to hang out. W26K...
My friends didn't invite me out to Raya, so I just stayed at home.
Going out with 4Es on the 3rd of Nov. Looking forward to it, seeing that there are more responses compared to last year's. And looking forward to their reactions as well. Haha.
It's the worst Hari Raya ever.
And it's not complete yet.
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If you weren't that cute I would have killed you. But then, cute things should be killed.
It's the irony again.
6:18 PM