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TIQ.
I don't describe myself.

Saturday, May 30, 2009
for what it seemed.

GOODNESS GOODNESS.
IT SEEMS LIKE MOST OF MY FRIENDS HAVE FOUND A JOB.
AND I AM STILL UNEMPLOYED.
HOW PANIC-ING IS THAT!
I need to get my life.
Back on track baby, back on track.

you turned 12.



A happy happy birthday dear sis.

Always remember to study hard.

Remember your family who loves you.

Cherish your bestfriends.

Love the people who cares.

Be a good daughter and sister.


Kakak loves you.

KISSES.*

Thursday, May 28, 2009
fall.

another big problem added to my plate.
im worried to my wits.
and my heart won't stop beating fast.

little ladies.




WHOEVER SAID NEOPRINT WAS SO YESTERDAY?
My little cousins and me are suckers for neoprints like these.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009
my other half.

WE TURN 2 YESTERDAY.
Happy 2nd year anniversary darl, no words can describe this feeling.
you complete me.
like no other.
S-Y-A-I-F-U-L H-I-L-M-I
It spells out like that.
i love you.


unfortunately,both of us were stucked at home, both too sick and weak due to the diarrhoea we were facing. Yes, kesian, our second year, and both kena berak berak. ape punya nasib.

Monday, May 18, 2009
Play that funky music,white boy.

I have been an Adam freaking Lambert fan since the auditions. I mean, what? That tight leather pants, eyeliners, black polished nails and freaking freaking Michael-from-Steelheart-like voice. Where do we get to see that kind of talent? Gosh, this year's amazing men.
But Kris. Oh Kris Kris Kris. He just keeps me melting and melting.And meltinnngggggg~~
Everytime he smiled to the camera,you know,its like. Oh sudahlah,mari sini kris,aku kiss kau banyak banyak. Aha!He just turns my bones into sponge. Of course, not as much as another someone does.Ehem. Still, can both of them win? I want both of them win.

and damn,im still trying to find Kris's version of heartless. I need that song. For my long bus rides and my boring breaks.

Pffft. Life has been pretty much consistent since my parents left for Tanah Haram. But boy oh boy,babysitting 3 teenagers, 2 kids and adultsitting one grandfather is a pretty tough job. Well, i thought i can lose some weight due to the amount of work that had to be done back to back everyday,but it seems like im munching more when im working more. Keee.

Work is so boring i can't even describe it. Easy money, easy job. Stand stand stand. Sell bag. Stand. Stand. Sell. Stand long long. But since I want to console myself, I would say, its great cuz i can dream. Which is what i did most of the time. Work is ugh minus the dreaming. The only time i can actually smile sincerely was when I saw that person waiting for me, smiling wide, doing everything he can to make me so so so happy. Doing everything he can, to help me so I won't be facing these 2 weeks alone.

Off to work again.


Saturday, May 16, 2009
sunrises.

I'm still alive.

Saturday, May 2, 2009
life now.

PICNIC @ BOTANICS WITH DEAR TP GIRLS.
Had awesome fun, since weeks. No regrets for attending.
Became a spinner for TWISTER which the girls rocked btw.
Munched on too-many titbits.
Played heart attack and smacked my own hand.
Witnessing my girls rolling down slopes.(coughs.jemima.coughs.khai.coughs!mat.)
And of course,picture taking, although unlike always, im not in most of the pics.
And yeah, a hell of fun catching up.
And netball tonight was wayyyy awesome.
Not much abt the training.
But the super late dinner the 5 of us girls had at Al Ameen was PERFECT i tell you.
Gossiping,making fun of people, talking about boys, checking out boys, Erin's neverending drools on tall,dimpled,botak guys. Gossiping again. Making fun again. And yes, talking cock. Muchmuch.
I loved it. Simple but a nice ending to an enjoyable labour day.