There were many reunions at the mosque today. The favourite Imam took the stage again, and his sing-song 70's Sarawak Malay accent is a joy to the ear. Some brats kept talking the whole takbir, and when one of them accidentally spoke out too loudly the whole congretion jumped on him. Many handshakes after the prayers.
For it is Raya.
Tis' a boring Raya. No-one's home except for me and dad, diarrhea attacked and the food... not enough. Not to mention there's a report to be handed in and the finals closing in fast.
Ah well. Guess I have to make do.