Celebrating Hariraya

This is my first Hariraya. A first in Brunei Darussalam. A first in a Muslim country.
Back in PH, i never felt Hariraya since it was just commemorated in such a way that one day is considered a holiday. No work. No classes. That's just it. It's entirely different once you get to experience it first hand in a country predominated by Muslims.

If you'll be asking what's Hariraya, let's search Wikipedia.

Eid-ul-Fitr, "Eid-ul-fitr", Eid al-Fitr, Id-ul-Fitr, or Id al-Fitr (Arabic: ‎عيد الفطر ‘Īdu l-Fiṭr), often abbreviated to Eid, is a Muslim holiday that marks the end of Ramadan, the Islamic holy month of fasting (sawm). The religious Eid is a single day and Muslims are not permitted to fast that day. Eid is an Arabic word meaning "festivity", while Fiṭr means "breaking the fast". The holiday celebrates the conclusion of the 29 or 30 days of dawn-to-sunset fasting during the entire month of Ramadan. The day of Eid, therefore, falls on the first day of the month Shawwal. This is a day where Muslims around the world try to show a common goal of unity.

Freed

It may be cynical. But you can continue loving though you’ve already moved on.

It may be contradicting but then again, i can atest to the fact that you can and still love that one particular person but you will not be hopeful anymore that you and him might be together.

In the long process of moving on and mending broken hearts..indeed i managed to get by. I finished the race. I have moved on. Accepted the fact that our worlds can never be one. And yes, admittedly, a part of me loves him.

Milk Tea fevaaahhh

So everybody is getting hyped in this milk tea craze. Even back at PH i used to indulge with that oh-so-healthy-yummy-goodness with my bff and other friends.


And this one is my milk tea escapade the Brunei edition.

Matter

She was standing infront of the class. With one hand holding a marker,she writes on the board.


MATTER.
*Definition
*Types
*....


She suddenly stopped when one of her students stood and called her attention.


"This is too highschool-ish.Why do we need to repeat what we learned before."


She raised an eyebrow.Closed her marker. The click-clack of her stilletos resounded on the four walls of the now quiet room. All of her students gazed at her as she slowly went down a step towards the aisle. Going down was a bit hard coz of her pencil skirt uniform. Oh how she hated those uniform and somebody talking like this to her is not practically easing her agony.

Follow the Light

And we dont know where this path will take us..but with just a mere hunch and some guts..we take the plunge and go forth the road less travelled.

By all means we cast our fears and put them aside. No they cant rattle us..nor shake us..


For we are
deeply rooted to our faith.
And by this faith we are saved.
Let us follow THE LiGHT.