Ok.Stories.

First day of Raya.
Forgiveness moment.
Standard,

Mom to dad, hajar to dad to mom
Brother to dad to mom to me.
WoW I said ME.
Usually, he doesnt reach the me part.
And this year was special.
HE salam-ed and kissed me on the cheek
Sad. but errrmm??

OK.

2nd day of raya.
People(ZUL) anxious, excited with all the money at hand.
People(brother) decided to make everything neat.
People(my only sibling) went to heat up the iron
People(u know who) took out his 5 dollar note.
PEOPLE (who doesnt know it was made up of plastic)
WENT TO IRON IT.
the 5 bucks crumpled.
I DIED LAUGHING.

3rd day Raya
.Nothing much.Expected to go out.
Expected people
but no one went and no one came

4th day raya.
People came and people went.
But I did not go to the movies.
Enuf said.

5th day
Went to my Pak Long's house (eldest paternal uncle)
Had fun.
But guilty because I left my books unattended.
HAHA.(so singaporean)

done.

PICTURES!

I have one thing to say.

We are easily amused people

I thought I was alone

until I realised it runs in the family,

HAHAHA