So first day of Syawal turned out quite boring, for the fact that we spent four hours waiting for relatives from dad's side to come and then when we arrived at tok busu's place, everyone from my mum's side have gone home except for pak long and family. Bummer. I hate waiting. Anyways, I survived my 5 inch heels throughout! Yea! I did!

Hmm.There's a sort of blissful feeling this year's Hari Raya, everything that has happened seems like a dream. The good stuffs, the bad stuffs, the ugly stuffs...I feel blessed to have people that care for me and got my back throughout these times. My close peeps, my cousin, my mum...and I've finally gotten my passport! Yahoooo!!! I can't wait for my trip!