Hanging out with my lovely mother at Northpoint on a lazy afternoon, with Nazurah to keep us company.

Followed by a mandatory but unexpected dinner with papa on the night of their anniversary.

The number of times my family had been mistaken for Indonesians (a handful of time, Malaysians) when we go shopping were quite a plenty. Probably due to the way we dress, by that I meant my mother's interesting mix & match of her clothes with her shawls or Phat's fierce dressing statement. Or perhaps our facial features. Or maybe just a different reason altogether. Nonetheless, we get flattered really but at the same time it implies that those working on the customer service line choose to believe that Malay/Muslim Singaporeans are not worthy of or not capable of spending hundreds or thousands of dollars on their goods. My point is, they should stop looking down on us in general.

On a another note, tomorrow marks the 9th & 10th Muharram. Also known as Hari Asyurah. I will be bringing my mum & embah to spend the evening at Masjid Sultan. The question is, do i have the willpower to fast for the next two days?

Whoever fasts on this day is like one who fasts all his life.