Since most of my awesome readers (you know who you are), are non asian muslim, I thought I’d start with a little introduction on how Eid are celebrated for most of us in SEA.
Growing up being malay (or non-malay) muslim means eid visiting with your friends.
When we were younger, while still schooling, it was all about receiving green (money) packets from our friend’s parent. However, once you’ve reached the age where you are legal to vote, you no longer receive the green packet. Kidding! When you’ve started working, that’s when you no longer receive the green packet. Hehe.
Apparently being self-employed overshadows the fact that I’m still schooling. Sigh…
But reaaaally…. Who cares about the green packet when people like me value food more! Teehee.
This year, ma syaa Allah, all of us are well fed, alhamdulillah. My gosh. All houses serves main course meal(s). Except for mine. I just fed em’ friends good ol’ dessert. *flips apron*
Here, it is customary to eat the dishes prepared, to show our appreciation. Say if the food served is not to our liking, at least try the kuihs (tidbits?). If really, you can’t even stomach the kuihs, then at least help yourself to the drinks.
With the rise of technology in the recent years, a new tradition has emerged: Photo taking session.
Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
We try our (very) best to stay sane for formal shots like this. I mean, what else can we do except to give a(n awkward) smile to the photographer whom we only meet once a year.
Switching the class yearbook shots to something more ‘us’/candid in a blink of an eye requires some preparation (at least for some of us).
Some are ever ready. Can you spot them?
But for some of us, we either follow the other(s), conspire with another, wing it or stay normal.
Once we got the vibe, we goofballs just keep rollin’ like….
BUT OF COURSE! Our day won’t be complete without our outdoor ‘photoshoot’ session, would it?
Till next raya, thank you Sufi, Farah, Fariz & Madir for making time to join us. Thank you to Faris too, for making effort to change the colour of your baju kurung. #youknowwakamin
We’ll be back again(?) at this spot next year perhaps… in syaa Allah.
Till then, Schlamats Err Raya Errone!
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