JALAN HARI RAYA
Getting involved in this occassion is definitely something unforgetable. My first time of my 21yrs of life. Guess the last time I was in a costume was way back in primary school during racial harmony day. That's the only time...

Was warmly invited to Farhanna's house.

Left the house to board the train to Pasir Ris. I started perspiring. Im totally hot being all wrapped up. Lucky me! Im not a malay. Not being racist. But its merely too hot to tolerate. All eyes never left me. Am I some alien from Venus? Im promoting racial harmony alrite.

Fida. Amos. Azran. Shida. Me. made our trip there. When reached Farhanna house, I was literally searching for air-con. Heaven wasnt on my side. She has no air-con but luckily there was a fan. Stayed not long. It was like a gathering for us. I simply hearts the moments. They left. Fida & I were there till about 8pm since noon. I ate non-stop. So paiseh. But I simply cant resist good food. If I stay there, I know I will survive. Right, Fida?

I was invited by Fida's mum to tag along to their house-to-house visiting. So we waited... till the time to go to another relative's place.

I would have followed Fida to all her relative's place, if time permits...

As Im sitting down, waiting for the bus home, a group of malays walked past me. They literally fixed their eyes on me for that 5seconds. They sat beside me. Did my beauty caught their eyes or rather they thinks Im indirectly insulting their race?

Witness how they celebrate their occassion. Their tradition. Its somehow similar to chinese tradition but the kinda feel, atmosphere is always so different.