So Shafa flew off this morning.

I managed to get Hanom and Atikk to make their way down to the airport at the understandably-unearthly hour of seven in the morning to send her off. It was cool. Atikk was gushing about her matair/hubby, i.e. Shafa's it-takes-30-minutes-for-him-to-look-cute-to-me cousin. Hanom and I had a snack from SB-T2, and after we bid farewell to Shafa, we waited around for Popeye's to open.

I can't believe that despite five missing teeth and a mouth full of metal [non-magnetic, btw, I tested them out at Hanom's place last night], I managed to eat through a couple of fish fillets, kulit ayam, fries, mashed potatoes and a buttermilk biscuit. Sinfully yummy, by the way. Tak regret langsung.

There was a major shortage of all the cute airport mats who brightened up my life zaman-zaman I used to study at the airport. WHAT'S THIS?!?!

It was such a gorgeous day, pity I had to go home and sleep.

I feel so empty, why is that?