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.

At dad's friend place.

At dad's friend place.

My cousins and aunt

My cousins and aunt

These are my lovely sisters

These are my lovely sisters

The important women in my life

The important women in my life

Just my cousin

Just my cousin

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.

On the way to Simpang Mengayau

On the way to Simpang Mengayau

Sing a long...

Sing a long...

Its windy over at Simpang Mengayau

Its windy over at Simpang Mengayau

Somewhere over the rainbow...

Somewhere over the rainbow...

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And I ask myself again, why am I not excited?