*crickets chirping in the background*
Because that’s how dead my blog has been.
But why waste our time dwelling in the past? Moving on!
One thing I realised about Raya is no matter how it sucks, it’s being with the family that’s important.
Because, seriously, who else are gonna give you duit raya? Bwahahaha.
On Raya eve, while I was lounging on the couch and flicking through the channels, big bro became the anak dara of the house and helped mum and Kak Us prepared the Raya dishes.
Don’t worry, it’s like that every year. Me and kitchen stuff are not really compatible you know?
So on the morning of Raya, I woke up, select an outfit and watched E channel while waiting for my siblings to wake up *diva mode on*
And yes, the white and black tops are the same. I loved it so much I bought two in different colours. My wallet wasn’t happy though.
This would be the Sabri’s Raya feast.
Roasted lamb leg, butter chicken, some type of Grecian chicken dish, beef stew, steamed veggies with cream cheese sauce.
Which aren’t really the traditional Malay food but whatever. Good food is good food.
This would be my dad, where, in the next pictures, you’ll see him attached to his BB 24/7.
Anak dara of the house (gosh I’m loving this nickname) having his breakfast of Coke.
I hereby nicknamed Zatyfaty #vain.
This is me, #ex-vain
How old is he again?
And I got my duit raya, oh yay!
Big bro made us go to Gran’s house 2 days in a row because he wanted to eat “real Raya food”.
HELLO RAYA KOT
#vain and #ex-vain
The resemblance is scary man.
In the sun. Happy.
I didn’t go home for a year and Hani Fatso is no longer fat and has shoot up like a bamboo and is already wearing the hijab.
And Zatyfaty arrived home from the airport in abaaya and pashmina shawl.
Eh too long already will continue in the next post. Kthxbye.