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1237 hours.
well its RAYA.and it is as usual,the guys went for prayer.the women set for ketupat and stuff.oh i LOVE raya.after you 'tahan nafsu' especially me who love to eat.for one whole month.man its fun
bulan Ramadhan also best.because at the same time i can proceed my diet program which never succeed.haha.but anyway i enjoy it so much.thanks to GOD,i am still stand in this surface of Earth.
the story is about me and my cousin Zaryl.we are veryveryveryveryveryveryvery close since he and me was little.i mean very close.till now.we play with each other making jokes play at my granma's ex-gazebo.and it is still in my memory.and i will never let it get rid of my mind.ok let start.it is on Raya 1997.huh.so when everyone gather around waited for the men to come back home from mosque.me and zaryl go and sneak into the kitchen and well take two or more 'daging rendang'.haha.wat do we care.that time we were still small.and my aunt said tunggu la orang laen dulu.then we run all away around in the house.in this picture* my aunt tell me this situation when zaryl go to the camera stand and ask me to stand there and smile.actually he was like berangan to be a photographer,then i stood there looking small and cute.well im cute.haha.when i look at the photo in the album theres something that i want to describe but cant.because it so spontan.which i never thought that it happened.it is so nice.by the way zaryl act like a real photographer.andnow he has a nikon d60.which i dont know how to use it.but the picture shows that how is it fun to be a children again.how to be silly and cute.right?but now im a PMR candidate.i think the world is chassing us but not the other way around.lastly,i love to be me.
Yasmeen [left] and Zaryl [right]
Hari Raya Aidilfitri 1997.
thank you.
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