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My absence in the blogosphere could only mean one thing - I'm too lazy. Ever since my sister together with her family left for a mini pilgrimage, I have been reduced to a much boring person. With one person less to play with i.e. Amalia, I realise that I got no one else to play with. Haha. Loser, I know. Their departure, on 6th June was a teary one. Aiman's azan followed by supplications and its translations brought more tears to everyone. Even I was weeping like a crybaby. Hehe. :P What's worst, it was caught on video. SUPER UNGLAM! At the airport, we were like in our own camwhor-ing world. We snapped pictures as and when we like, not minding others who were trying to spend more time with my sister, reminding her to apply lipbalm every time each layer wears off and drink lots of zam-zam water when she's there. As such, within that span of less than an hour, we took gazillions of shots, both ugly and pretty. Below are some photos:
Shafiqah, you better be sorry for cutting my brother's head off!
It was then time to say goodbye, I cried so badly that I had to cover my face from others' view. And just how did I do that? I hid behind my father's right shoulder and soaked his clothes with my salty tears. Hehe. Talk about a soon-to-be 21 year old. :P We exchanged waves of goodbyes like countless number of times that I felt as though I was in some pageant. Hahaha. Then, we camwhored again!! Look at my stupid photo below, my inability to immitate Shafiqah became the act of the day. Oh well, at least I know I'm not alone. Hahah.
