Kad Raya Dah Siap!

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Family Photo

Unlike last year's (pic above), this year, there's gonna be the real me in the family photo. No more photoshop-ing Nadiah inside the picture. No-no. Since everybody is at home, including my 2nd brother, Nadzmi that is studying all the way in Teknik Manjung, Perak, we've decided to take a Raya family photo at the studio.

These are the pictures, (using my camera of course) for The Making of the Raya Picture. Click on the pictures for 2 different sets of album.

First Set

2nd Set

Well, we had some difficulties taking those pictures. 2 little babies were crying for mummy, some fall off their seat, looking at each other (not at the camera!), playing with their songkok, and the list goes on. So, it was quite hard to pic the best 'perfect' picture as there were too many shots with too many "bloopers". So, secara tidak lansung, they've decided to make the 2nd piece of picture, candid.

Thanks!

Well, I was very down and upset. I can't stop thinking about going back home. There were few times I almost called out for my brothers to gimme a hand. Well, they're not here, anymore.

Its been straight hours without talking. I just cant take it!

I wrote, "I need to talk to someone! Please, Call me!" on my YM's status. To my surprised, few called me, including some, using Skype. 

Thank you so much! It means a lot to me. Somehow, I feel so much better. Even though we only talked about crappy things, I would rather call it, The Ultimate Medication. *^-^* I'm off to bed now, with happy tots and memoirs I had back in Malaysia. I will miss you guys so much! 

One thing for sure, I am gonna have my RAYA in Malaysia next summer.

Back to reality.

I can't stop crying after I left my family at the airport. My flight is at 11:30, yet at 11:15 I was still hanging around with them at the entrance. I know that I'm going to be the last one to enter, and the flight crew will be looking for me at any moment. If I follow whatever that my heart is telling me, I would just let the plane leave. Upset. My stomach has been in a bad mood all day long. I don't feel like packing, nor talking about leaving. I was never bothered to check my flight details. Its a week to Aidilfitr, and things couldn't get any worse. Everytime I do something, I'll go, "Tomorrow, at this hour, where will I be?",and "This would be my last solat jemaah at home..", "This is my last sahur with the whole family.." Everytime I take a picture, I'll tell my self, "Nadiah, take as much picture as you can. Savour the moment. You will never know if this is your last picture of them, or the next time you'll see them, they're not the same as you see them today." Its the price that I have to pay for leaving. Its the price that I have to pay to achieve my dreams. I'm missing out watching my little sisters and brothers grow up. Missing out on their laughs and cries. Its been 10hours since I've landed here in Japan. The tears keep on flowing. It doenst seems to dry. Its iftar in a few minutes. I know if I go back home now, and berbuka alone.. I'm going to go crazy. I'm at ABK. Pretending that I'm okay, while every word I say is actually stabbing me slowly. and every time I feel like talking, I will start to sob.