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65. Selamat Hari Raya/Eid Mubarak (August 19, 2012)
Monday, August 20, 2012

Hell-oh, sick people!

Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Dan Batin / Happy Eid Mubarak











I never liked the preparation for Hari Raya, but this year was surprisingly fun for some reason. Well, slightly. I loved my jubah that my mother sewed and I know she worked hard sewing everyone's baju kurung because the material was so thin and it gave her multiple problems. Her hard work has paid off. It was the first year that my family would wear the same color/pattern and I think that was the exciting part of this year's Hari Raya for me. Everyone looked so gorgeous.

It was always a normal routine seeking forgiveness from my parents and every year there would be tears. But this year, we were in a rush, so no one cried but I know there were sincerity in the apologies. Also another normal routine of every first day of Hari Raya was to go to my grandmother's house. All the relatives and cousins from my mother's side would gather there every year during the first day of Raya. It's always a relaxing first day for me and a sleepy one at that.

Anyway after that I went to H&M with my sister and cousin. Haha.

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See you strangers.


Nidia Marissa Donyada
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