We left for Johor at around 6.30 pm, Monday. Reached there at around 10+. I slept after just 10 minutes of the car being in motion and woke up at around 9, where we made a stop at Pagoh for dinner. The Chicken Rice was really good. But funny how it was named Nasi Ayam MCR, hahahahaha! It didn’t take long from Pagoh to reach Tok Wan’s place so I stayed awake, listening to The Moffatts while staring into the blank spaces. Amazing how I actually stoned for more than an hour -_-” Made a stop at this place where they sell the best porridge in town and then tapau-ed a few since they were fasting the next day. And I guess I slept off for the rest of the day.
Woke up at around 10 the next day and paid a visit to my late Grandfather’s cemetery. It was actually my first time there as long as I could remember. He passed away when Mum was 17 so none of us in the family have actually seen him before. I also just found out that he passed away not too long before Raya in 1977 and it was actually on the 10th of September. Just 3 days before my birthday. And all this while I never knew. Then, Mum had to go to the wet market and I don’t like wet markets but I had to go and we were all in our baju kurungs. I practically lifted up my kain kurung to up above my knees because I don’t like getting my clothes wet by the water which they use to clean the fish and meat. I don’t mind markets at all but I terribly hate wet markets. Then we headed to Tok Wan’s place. I had a short nap (Shit, I’m starting to sound like my Dad!) and then walked to the salon to trim my hair a little. That women bloody thinned my hair and I don’t like how it is now at all. But I’m tired of complaining already and now I have to blow dry my hair every time I’m about to go somewhere just so it’d look a little nicer. Across the road in front of the salon was a mall with many many tenants selling DVDs. And because of the high competition, they’re all sold for just RM 4. And all of good quality too (gl promo -_-), the people selling are also very nice, again, possibly because of the competition. I was a little annoyed and -_-” though by the dude selling the DVDs to me, he was excitedly telling me the whole story and all the surprises to the film I bought. Baik tak payah belii -_-” So yes, that was it. We didn’t get any bubble tea like how we usually do though. Because we were fasting..I really like that place near Tok Wan’s. Tok Wan lives in a chinese neighbourhood so you can get your hair cut for a very very low price, I mean you’d walk pass 5 hair salons if you just walk for no longer than 5 minutes.
They played mercun that night.



Mr. I-need-to-pee, but I wanna play!
This is Imran. If you think I talk too much and am so restless, wait till you see him!
And then the people who were supposed to do the Takbir Raya was supposed to come so I waited downstairs, all nicely dressed just so I could take photos. Waited for so long, but I had facebook and was texting around to keep myself awake. I should really sleep less.


Gave up when it was already 1 am since I was already dozing off on the sofa. And as I was changing, they came. My sister took the photos.



Although these kids are cute, I just can’t help myself but post this photo of them looking soo.. unprepared? HAHAHAHAH
And the following day was, Raya! I didn’t wake up as late as I usually do every year. But when I woke up, Keer had already text-ed me a Raya wish and I thought it was such an irony since it was Raya but I was still sound asleep whereas she was already awake. I had time to do my hair and put on a little make up and to actually not look as if I just got out of bed. And then we did the whole routine of seeking for forgiveness from Ma & Dad where my father told me to get used to making decisions in life. Because duh, I don’t like decisions and choices. But I guess I have to succumb to this in order to just live life.
We took tonnes of photos, and then headed to Aunty Nah’s place to pay Baba Pun a visit and Aunty Echon’s place. Uncle Amir Syeikh wasn’t home so we didn’t go to their place like we usually do (Don’t bother the weird names they have, all are nicknames and Baba and Amir are Arabic terms for Granny and Uncle, so Uncle Amir is Uncle Uncle -I know it’s weird but I don’t speak Arabic at all even though my relatives are Arabs, so it explains, semua pakai hentam panggil)





Being old means being boring ? 
Hahahah! My younger cousin Luqman looks funny here

M.I.A : 3 more cousins from this side of the family -Suraya, Sofia, Sarah.

This was when we were at Aunty Nah’s house.


Khadijah’s 1 week old baby boy. Sooo adorable.
At night, they played mercun again!



Talk about being restless . ..

The next day, we went to Aunty Tan’s place for lunch. Which was Nasi Kerabu. And then we went back to Tok Wan’s place, where it was already filled with so many kids. And we managed to see Uncle Umar and Aunty Hanisah’s 6-month old twins. Sooooooo pretty and adorable.




Had dinner at around 9 with my sister and the 3 small boys at Oldtown Kopitiam’s near there. Left for home at 12 midnight. Oh, and I watched Mama Mia already! Meryl Streep is such a great actress and she sings well too!
Will be going to Tok Mak’s place for Raya with my other 11 cousins now (minus Fahmi who just flew to UK for studies). Uhh, more more food. Hmm (:
Taa x