HAPPY BDAY NAZ!!!
i love the way you care so much about me
i love the way you call me everyday
i love the way you smile
i love the way you jiggle yo' ass
i love the way you behave like a nut
i love the way you sing like madonna
i love the way you dance
i love the way you walk like a penguin
i love the 29th of november cos its yo'bday gurl...

-your sms dreams fulfilled. now where's my treat

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just kidding.

presenting.....

Saucepot swish goldbit

the middle class frinn

i sprout flowers randomly

bimbo alert!

aw.bf looks sleepy

marshmellow mudcake

red panty.

hols mean more time with friendlings.

:)

tired of shaky pix.need a new cam

old school snacks


thai chicken curry

thai noodle thing. good.

pretty gift from the UK

my artistry family

christmas fair at aranda countryclub

chicken fuscilli

pastamania

i like mirrors

and toilets.



he likes.. staircases?



look! flowered wallpapers. :) contact me if you want them.

mendhi mastro at work

prettiness!



oh.. gorgeous mac colours. :)

a thought again


girls tend to get jealous of other girls who seem to have more than what they have or are in the power to have
looks,body,material things like money..
sometimes you wish you were as rich as them
so that you could shop when you feel low( yes we do that).. wear new clothes everyday.. bring your best out.
yup.ones got to be satisfied with what they have.. i mean look at the people of rustic africa
but we live in two seemingly different worlds somewhat. how would you measure up to it then.
over in this urbanised country with urbanised people with urbanised minds..
you need to have a certain deal of wealth to survive.

hard work. thats what it takes.
some people get it easy
a majority get it tough.

the f impersonator shall strike in the next entry
im out
big love to babies,ash,sis

"a thought"

Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.

i love roses..especially deeeeeep red ones.

woke up at 11 in the morning from munee's call to dress up..i couldnt wake up. My head was throbbing and my throat aching like crazy. I hate the feeling of a sore throat. Cant talk, cant eat/drink properly.

Anywhoo, took about 2 hours to dress up- why the prolonged time? because halfway i foundout that dad was aware of the both of 'us'. I was jumpy and was thinking on what i should do next.
Met munee about half an hour late ( sorry gal). She looked as awesome as always.. =)We went to lot one to get a cake for fah and wahid but none of the bloody bakeries were halal. So we went all the way to j.p to andersons and got this gorgeousss heart shaped chocolate ice cream cake.Oh.. and the people serving us cant speak proper english..folks working in the service line got to be a bit more literate dont they?

The cake melted when we were in the bus. I guess its because me and mun took about 15 mins to touch up in the toilet and the bus took about 20 minutes to arrive.

Wahid's house is niice.. First time being there. Abu and syed were there too with this unknown dude named sathiyan. all of em were exceptionally quiet when the 4 of us.( me, munee,fah and fau) got in. maybe they were very shy..........
Anyways.. the hammies were sleeping when we got it.. 4 lil fat furballs.. so adorable!! The fattest one being mr.frank. hahaah!
The food was great though.. enjoyed it.. =)we ate like pigs..
Stayed there for a while and then went back.. was supposed to meet ash but we decided to meet another day..hee..

thanks for the feast wahid.. and thanks fah for sending me back homey.. =)
muack..

im out
love to babies.ash.sis
night

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAHMEZAH!!!!

You're my dear friend
Please lean upon my shoulder
You'll be needing the support, now
That you're feeling so much older!

=))

Its been a while since i last updated. A thousand apologies.

School has kept me on the go these past few weeks. Even though i dont engage myself in any form of cca i spend my time rotting and eating after school.
Im estatic that sister has arrived from the UK. Lonely days at home until 12 am are over.And ive finally got someone to bitch to,whine to,complain to and love.. other than ash..=)

Nothing much has happened other than that.Met with bf a couple of times the past weeks. yada yada. The feelings vexing when you know someone you feel affection for,lives so near you,but seems so far away.

The mosquitoes in my school are a pain. Theyre everywhere, stalking you, fervently waiting for a juicy human being to appear so that they can attack. People say mosquitoes are attracted to black. Maybe thats why i got 12 bites today. And the other day i got 25. The whole horde of those blood sucking assholes must have striked. Hopefully those aint dengue. and hopefully my body aches head aches and hip pains are not part of the dengue fever symptoms.

Really. Aches are killing me. Put medicated plasters over em and the damn things dont work. Ill probably go to a doctor this evening, if i dont feel sluggish to go to the place.

Finally, the long awaited movie of the year aka Harry potter is hitting theatres. Me, wahid and gang are gonna watch it this Sat after jalan rayer. I frown on reading the book though, although every avid harry potter fan says its much better than the movie.

Last week watched the exorcism of emily rose with bf mabel and muh. Would probably give it 3 stars. Wasnt all that great except for parts of the movie where all the exorcising action was. To me, a scary movie/ thriller gains my respect if i cant sleep for nights thinking about it. But the emily rose shit, wasnt like that. I guess its because of the whole court trial thing, makes the thrilling element of the movie fade.

This entry is getting a tad bit too long isnt it. 10 days of not blogging and this is what you get. =)
alright.will update another time.
love my babies. ash( fucking miss that arse) sis.

deeparaya blissssss!


self obsession.. its a new outfit thats all..

one word.. slurrrpp..

khai's bro.. yasin.. fuggin pro in java stuff.. ass.!

traditional

biriyani feast at khais place..

nothing beats dhosai

sweet galore

trying out a random punjabi suit..

pretty naz and me on hari raya

why

why do we live in this planet filled with corruption?
the world we live in isnt any better than hell..
as the clock ticks, disasters engulf thousands of people
the wealthy become more opulent
the impoverished become penniless
in front of our eyes...
what is his line up for all of us
the future is hesitant

im out
love my babies..sis.. ash..
night..