Kerinting

Its our last day of puasa. Alhamdulillah, everything went well this month. Kinda sad saying goodbye to Ramadhan but on a brighter note..Raya!

Shafiqah and I were talking about how we used to spend raya together when we were younger, but now I celebrate raya in KL while she will be in Johor. We talked about all the drama we girls did when we were little throughout raya..every.single.year. 

So much fun to be with aunties, uncles and cousins back in Johor. You see, one thing that orang dulu-dulu did when it was raya, weddings, birthdays or any sort of celebrations - they went to go kerinting rambut. I don't understand the connection between celebrations and hair curling, but we did it!

Shafiqah and I were probably 11 and we would go through all the trouble to go to the freaking salon to curl our hair on Raya morning. We had no driving license and our Duit Raya were probably not enough for cabs (we had to pay for the curling too!) so we would take the beca! Y'all probably wonder why didn't we just ask our parents to drop us off right..?

Here's why - Our parent did not know about us going to the salon. We thought we were grouwn ups, that we didn't have to report our whereabouts. Oh dear, you can only imagine what happened as soon as we got off that trishaw with our curly hair, huh? Hehe.

As we were talking about this the other day, we both looked at each other (a very very familiar look) and suddenly we found ourselves doing our hair! Just to bring that feeling back. Don't worry, we both did not curl our hair. We just had to do something before she heads back to Johor.

"Fi, malam ni kena tidur duduk la..rambut dah keras"

"Rambut raya gituuuu"

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Selamat Hari Raya!! Have a lovely lovely Raya!