My 2008 Aidilfitri

So sorry for the long silence. Busy with work and stuffs. Well, nothing much happen during this year Syawal. Only the usual open houses and visiting relatives. The only difference was there was a session of taking family pictures on Mr H's side. They will take family photos for every 10 years I think. As Mr H told me the last time they took pics together in 1998. Yup! That was before I joined the family.

The complete family album.

Amalin, Amani, me & Amalia

The cucus

Muzaffar's Family

In the process of calling everybody in.

Mizalina's Family

Muzaidi's Family

Mizalifah's Family

My Family

The Teruna

Muhammad Ramadhan's family. (yes, as you expected it, he was born during the month of Ramadhan).

Well the session was quite haywire. We actually want to take the picture at a studio but the cameraman was not available. My PIL insisted to take the pics so Mr H brother in law volunteer to be the cameraman and he will bring someone to take the pics. When the time come, there were no extra man to be a cameraman. So they have asked Mr H to ask a favour from friends. The neighbourhood friends. So one friend said ok. While waiting, we took picture for each family. We had our session alright. And I tell you, the sessions were kecoh! Everybody was like having own camera and was asking the people who pics gonna be taken to stay put and other cameras were ready to take and bla bla bla.

At the end after a quite a long wait, a friend of Mr H came and took the pictures for us! At last! Even a baby won't tolerate after such a long wait. So she wailed....

Enuf story about photo session.

My relatives - different location.

Me & My Sis

Mr H & Amalia

Our pic @ my house

A day before Raya, I managed to get hold of the masseur to give a full body massage! Oh my... the feeling was so nice. And right after the massage session, I managed to bake some cookies. And while waiting for the masseur, suddenly my memory was rewinding by itself back to the days when I was around 10 to 15 years old. I really missed that Hari Raya mood.

Normally, on that last day of Ramadhan, we the around the same age children (me, my elder sister and cousins) would help our mothers and auntie to prepare the house. From cleaning the window to changing the cushion covers and curtains. Then at night, we would help them to prepare the satay. Yup! Back then we will prepare the satay ourselves. And we enjoyed every moment of it. We would laughed at each other the next morning because of the condition of our hands. All turned yellowish.

My late grandfather then would prepare the sarung for the ketupat. And we will fill in the rice inside it. My late auntie would prepare the ketupat daun palas or ketupat tiga segi. Days before Syawal came, of course my favourite session. Cookies baking. I just love to bake cookies. Yup! These were the times when everything were being prepared at home. But now, only left my mother. It seemed that we the younger ones tak sempat nak berguru macam mana nak buat satay tu. So ever since my auntie passed away, the satay we just ordered from a shop. Malam raya macam-macam nak kena prepare last time, tapi sekarang tak sangat dah. And we had lost another auntie on the very first day of this year Ramadhan.

The husband to my auntie was actually persuading my sister to stay in KL and celebrate the Raya with him and his family. And he was actually crying when he said that. Ooohhh... I cannot imagine my position if I were with him that moment. My MAIN weakness, I cannot see other people cry. I will DEFINITELY join in. Yes! That's me. Even though my friends say I am a garang person tapi bila tengok orang nangis yg memang sebab sedih for me to analyze as necessary, akak akan nangis sekali. Confirm punye.

So Friday on the 10th my uncle threw a kenduri tahlil for his beloved wife. That day it marked my auntie has left him for 40 days. Besides my cousin will be going back to Bahrain tomorrow. Another sadness parting. When we arrived KL on Sunday the 5th, my elder sister went to sleep at his house. And again he was telling my sister that he felt so lonely and he shed some tears. He is the person who use to bring his wife to everywhere including golf playing. And yes, my auntie do play golf. If we see it in a way, it sounds romantic but when one of them is gone, the other will feel at lost.