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This is symbolic of Hari Raya Aidilfitri - on this day, people "salam" (a form of handshake) each other to ask for forgiveness. Hari Raya is a time of letting go of the bad and embracing a fresh new start.
My parents
Left to right: My cousin-in-low, my younger brother, mother, father, myself and elder sister
Sis with my grandma
And myself. My grandmother is amazed at the contraption that is the digital camera. "I can see myself in there(the screen)!" She exclaimed.
Sis with my grandpa
Like father, like son
In order of height!
What I wore for the first day of Hari Raya
As mentioned in the previous entry, NUS was EVIL to make us sit for an evening paper on the 2nd day of Hari Raya! Efforts to study for my Finance paper on Hari Raya itself turned out to be futile as I was too busy with the celebrations.
Hairol and I happened to both wear our baju kurung to school yesterday. I reckon I saw our finance lecturer gazing in our direction when we were waiting to enter the exam hall. And that was when we both decided to be bitchy and walk past her (she was also with a group of tutors) and talk loudly to each other about our celebrations. So I was asking him, "EH ARE YOU GOING VISITING AFTER THE PAPER OR NOT!" and he replied, "NO LAH HOW CAN! BY THE TIME OUR PAPER ENDS IT WILL BE TOO LATE ALREADY!" I think we walked past them twice, and we shouted those words twice as well. I hope they got our point!
The paper turned out to be insanely tough; I could only work out a grand total of four questions out of 25. So for the last few minutes I was decided to shade all my remaining blank answers in this sequence: "C", "D" and "E". In other words, I channeled all my energy from attempting to answer those questions into taking a gamble on how best to shade my answers to yield the most number of correct answers, hurhur.
More Hari Raya visiting to follow over the weekend! Will see whether I decide to take more photos but in the meantime, that's all for now! And I reckon I've eaten one kuih tart too many already :(