Could be I’m getting old, or maybe I’m bored with the same old thing, or maybe I’m just plain jealous of everyone else who could still share something with that special someone, call it whatever you want. I don’t feel the excitement of Eid ul Fitr like everyone else. Seriously I don’t. But I tried to make the best of whatever I have, and be grateful that I can still enjoy it this year.
On the first day of Eid ul Fitr, I spend my time with my family visiting Dad’s old friend at Likas and relatives over at Papar.
On the second day of Eid ul Fitr we went a little bit further to Beaufort to visit one relative there and then went to Zul’s stepfather house at Ketiau.
On the third day of Eid ul Fitr; which I think the most enjoyable and tiring, we went to Kudat to visit relative, and also to stop by at Simpang Mengayau since Roy and Zul haven’t been there.
And I ask myself again, why am I not excited?