raya and the first wedding in the family.

(This is a tribute to Hawe because I know she hates it when I don't update my blog.)

OK I know I owe you a big fat apology for neglecting this blog for so long.

It's not like I didn't have time to update.

It's just that 1) to update I have to wait till my brother is asleep or haven't woken up yet or out or simply not around, 2) those are not likely to happen as he always sleeps later and wakes up earlier than I do, I swear. I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable writing blogs when he can see it, even if he's five miles away. I think he has this sixth sense he'd know whenever I write about him or about anything..it's just that way.

Talk about paranoid.

First of all, SELAMAT HARI RAYA EVERYBODY!!!! Maaf Zahir Dan Batin :) I hope you all can forgive me for all my wrongdoings, intentionally or not, I'm so sorry. From the bottom of my heart. And may all of you had the best raya ever, like I did :)

Raya was splendidly beautiful. We had our first family reunion after five years of separated from each other (me in Japan, my second sister in New Zealand) so it was kind of heartfelt and a bit sad in gratitude that finally we managed to assemble together as a family. Our little family.

(I wanted to upload more pictures here, but I'm using my sister's laptop and the pictures are in the computer..I hate technology. Seriously. They are supposed to help us improve our lifestyles, right. Then why did my computer is still slow?? It took bloody hours just to upload pictures to Facebook, and another hour just to open blogger. Pffft.)

So please go to my Facebook's account for the pictures, thank you.

Secondly, the wedding.

OMG, it was the best thing ever. Seeing your big sister in wedding dress and pretty veils, smiling happily as her husband took her hand and they walked together. It was such a pretty sight, it humbled me to the ground to realize that love is such a nice thing when it leads to marriage. A good pair of husband and wife; loving each other and wanting to spend their life together. It kind of made me realize that everyone is made for someone. Whether you've found him/her or not.

Of course, the days before the kenduri were disastrous. I had sleepless nights, a tired body and I had to smile and do the yes-I'm-the-bride's-sister-how-are-you chat all the way, while feeling like I need drugs to stay awake.

And the bloody mak andam ruined my hair. I HATE HER.

It was a whole other story when my sister needs to stay at her mentua's house.

It was sad; but funny in a weird way. In my sister's way.

She was supposed to spend a night there, but you should've seen the amount of clothes and stuff she's bringing. I didn't know it was only one night, I thought it was the whole week or something. And before leaving for her mentua's house she kept on telling mum to pick her up the next day's morning. I kind of expected it because she has always been the manja one, but this one is serious.

Anyhow, I wish her happiness. I took my hat off to her, she's someone else's wife now. :)

It's 5 am, and I need to sleep. Meeting the girls tomorrow :)

I promise I will update when I have the opportunity to do so/when my brother is out.