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Friday, August 7, 2009
knock knock.
JB trip again with the family! Hahaha. But this time was just a short one which is to the tailor; to make our Raya outfits. I was rather cranky that day. One moment I was good, the next moment, I became agitated that even little Danish became my victim. Haha! Thanks, to little Miss PMS plus the lack of sleep.
There's always time for self indulgence.
Well, the day before I went JB (5th aug), I went to Singapore Expo. It's held to commemorate Nisfu Sya'aban this year. I love attending these kind of events. If you know why, these days are hard to come by even if it comes, you might be busy with stuffs. So, nisfu sya'aban is the day where 300 doors of rahmat (okay, i don't know how to explain that in English, so let's REMIX!) is open and when you pray and wish, insya'allah your prayers or wish will be fulfilled. Each year there's like once in 5 months in the calender of Islam (& obviously, i've forgotten which month. HAHA), one of it is also Bulan Rejab. Of course, prayers and wishes doesn't come by that easily, you'll have to do your part as a muslim.After expo, it was already 11plus. So, we went to have supper at Interchange's Macdonalds. I ate like I've never eat before. Hahaha! Stories about nenek keropok roam among us. Keep on teasing each other, trying to scare if they go home. HAHAHA! And yes, all these people are makciks and behaving likewise. Sometimes, I find them just so cute. My mum's clique is just not the makcik keypoh kinds. Their convo can be just like me and my girls. How cool is that? (;