The member's of the house were busy doing the last minute errands for the next day.

Both sisters were tied up cooking in the kitchen since early in the morning. Onion's, garlic and chillies were thrown around and the ever sambal-in-the-pan-smell-that-poke-your-nose-until-you-cant-stop-sneezing is a must *breathe*. Both of them tried their very best to cook up the similar raya spreads like mum's.

Outside the kitchen, I was like in a war scene; hanging the curtains, wiping off the ever dusty corners of the house, sweeping, vacuuming, polishing the wood furnitures(mind you, my house could held an exhibition on that), new carpets, threw what needed to be thrown away loooong ago....basically, alot! And of course with some help of the siblings too.

The nieces? Hmmm.... if playing miniclips could act as a moral support...i would be glad so -_-"

hahha. Well, they did clean up their 'play-spot' areas and did volunteer to help me though : )

Managed to settle everything by 6 plus and we all get ready to break our fast with the raya spreads on the dining table....yummy! taste as clooose as mum's!

Something really intense happened soon after breaking our fast. And I'm just glad that everything is fine now. Alhamdullilah...

I was woken up by the first Sis, asking me if whether im going for the Solat Aidilfitri and by then it was already 7 plus. Heheh... so i decided to skip it; this is what happens when dad isint there to brutally smack me on the legs until I wake up on every morning of Hari Raya.

Cleaned ourself up and I thought that since the parents isint celebrating with us, there wont be the 'salam-mintak-maaf' part, but I was wrong.... There was the first sis...heheh..so yup, you get the point...awkward much? : )

This year we only visited one house on the first day of Raya; Grandma's.

It was the arrival of the parents back from their umrah. Initially thought that we were late to fetch them but as usual, sorting of luggage's and the airport stuffs held them back for awhile. So the clever us waited the parents at Gloria Jeans instead as it is situated just outside of the already pack arrival entrance hall....hehe. The parent's found us instantly as mum was trying to hold off her tears....the standard mum.

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I'm going to work tommorow after a one week plus of break. I hope that i'm going to work with the familiar faces. And oh, now I can have lunch at work. So lunch at work=food culture=gaining of weight! Hahah... seriously i've been eating aloot this festive season. And when i need the weighing scales the most, i found out that it was broken -_-"