So, this year’s raya. Where do I begin?
Firstly, it’s my first Eid without my family, ever. Kinda pathetic to finally being independent at 21. I mean, 22. (Syhh)
Secondly, it’s also my first Eid as a married woman. and my husband is not here.
Anyway, I’ve decided to ditch my assignments to celebrate Raya so that I won’t hate myself later by being so pathetic when I log in to social sites and see all these people celebrating raya with their family, in their fancy baju raya eating fancy raya dishes. *insert envious face here*
On the eave of Eidulfitri, only Farah and I was at home. So we started cooking lamb rendang, popiah, onde-onde, cupcakes and.. nasi ketupat. Farah had her boyfriend over to come help us with it. We had some good time cooking while listening to Eid songs and takbir (which we never intentionally do in Malaysia) and seeing all these posts about raya do helped me feel the all these raya vibes.
Pardon the instagram picture, I’m just lazy like that. (pssst, the username is aisyahrozi aahahaha)
That morning, I woke up late and misssed the Eid salah, it was unfortunate. I then dressed up and get ready to visit my friends’ houses. I went to like 4 houses and only after the first house, I already felt full and sleepy (I don’t know about you peoplezzz but I always nap during first day of raya, and I do it likka bause! hahahaa)
So here are the pictures! Yea, again, some are from my instagram lulz.
With Kak Sakinah, my fellow wife-abandoning-husband solace.
LOL the stairs have their way to make me look so proper.
I then kidnapped Nadira to visit to the rest of the 2 houses. This is a tram-stop photography session although this tram stop is only a pole with a sign ha-ha.
Then we went to Izzat’s house (our coursemate) and played guitar hero, which I totally suck at, like most games cause games generally make me panic. He has a reaaaaally pretty house.
When I got home that evening, I had a video chat with my husband and took a nap. The nap marked the end of my holiday and then it was time to get back to my assignments. zzzzz….
Oh yeah, it was my 22nd birthday few days ago. It was nice. If you know what nice really means. hahah. My favourite part of my birthday was receiving flowers from my husband. He’s such a sweetie.
Okay, now that I’m no longer 21, I should change this blog’s design. Wait, maybe not. Actually, it’s a good time to start lying about my age now.