Aimi

February 10, 2010

I miss Aimi. Haihh I do. Seeing her picture with Mom the other day reminded me of her. (Note to Aimi: don’t get all mushy please) She’s always good with Mom. And Mom would do anything for her, seriously. Maybe because Mom gets more attention from Aimi rather than from the rest of us, Kak Amni and myself. And seriously, I don’t know how to get close to my Mom. I’m always with Dad. Like always.

I will never forget every time Aimi came back here. Mom would get all excited a week before. It really shows. And she would make plans for every single day Aimi is here so that her time is spent wisely. No matter how much it costs. And of course Dad and I couldn’t afford to spoil her fun, so we would just let her be and start making the boring faces so that she wouldn’t drag us into her ‘excited’ hole and start digging for plans. =.=’

I wish I could be more like her. Like close to Mom. But I can’t. And for all the good reasons, I need to be close to her. I’m a girl for heaven’s sake. A motherly advice would be sufficed now as I’m in the midst of my walking-down-the-aisle age.

Hmm aimi, aimi.
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updated (upgraded ?)

February 08, 2010

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Spell that word right !!

February 02, 2010

It's Cafe World teehee:)
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And yes, I'm freaking playing this little cute annoyingly addictive thing. The name's Pay Up! cause I want want want em money so BAD! See how little money I have. And it's all because I have been renovating/editing/buying/changing ALL the thing inside there. Bit by bit. It's exhausting to see so very many pretty prettier prettiest things you wanna buy but the price is very much ridiculously unreasonable. I mean, c'mon, a wooden table with picnic-type table cloth (a.k.a. the ciao table) is worth of $2500?? Reality check, even a quality brand like IKEA would sell the cloth for 25 bucks top for a meter, and that wooden table wouldn't cost any more than $1000 for one dining (even if it's red oak). Gahh. Mahal gila. Boleh mati nak kumpul duit tu.

Anyhoo, I'm already in the 19th level yippee! And mind you, I've only started this last Tuesday. And I only added seven friends for god knows why.


p/s: Look at that brown coloured door. It's free! :)

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Oh! I've changed the free door to a white one with half glass. And now my money is only $500 tsk tsk :(

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February 01, 2010

The only logical reason why people talk behind your back is because you're already ahead of them. Heh, I couldn't agree more.

So that must mean I AM already ahead of you. hmm.










That feels good. I SHOULD feel good. :)

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They Came Back Haunting

January 30, 2010

They were clowns. They still are. There are 4, maybe 5 of them. They took us away at night. It was dark, so dark. I couldn’t see anything, except for my family and I were forced to walk down the unfamiliar street along with our Volvo being pulled by one of them. Hours passed. Suddenly one of them opened up a gate to an abandoned house where another one of them waited by the door, smiling. They looked at us as if they never looked at any human, as if they were hungry, starving. The rest four behind us pushed us into a small room on the second floor. I couldn’t recognize the house at all. I only remembered the room with a double-decker bed by one corner and a study table with a chair by another corner, both wooden. And there was a huge window across the bed where we can see everything outside. Four of them were outside, chit-chatting and laughing while another two was in the room with us, guarding. Aimi was all fierce and brave to face the red smiling lips clowns. Kak Amni was standing by me, looking after me as I was the littlest. I was four. Dad and Mom were tied on a chair.

Another set of hours passed. We woke up from our sleep. Surprisingly, all of them were sleeping too. Kak Amni quickly unties Dad’s and Mom’s hands. Hurriedly we ran downstairs, took the car’s key, took the car and ran off. Dad didn’t start the ignition afraid it might waken up them. Then we all pushed the car slowly without any noise made. We manage to pass the gate, but Dad said wait until a few more blocks away from the house before we ride the car. The alley was all black. Then I heard a noise, a voice precisely. I looked back, and I saw them. I pulled my Mom’s blouse trying to tell her, but my voice was locked. I was too scared to speak. I pointed a finger to them, and Mom looked. Then everybody looked. The devils were walking so fast as if they were running and almost reached us when we were already in the car ready to pull off, then I woke up.

They were clowns. They still are.

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January 28, 2010

Just something a friend of mine showed to me that I want to share with all. It's CUTE.

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Najihah's smile after Ice Cream

I play tennis, so it makes sense if I follow certain tennis players' journey around the tournament time. And this time it's the Australian Open. Justine Henin was one of the women top players apart from the ultimate Serena Williams and the super service Maria Sharapova. The thing I love most about her is that she is a single handed! And she doesn't need any extra height to prove that she also, can ace. And this year, she is back after two years break, and goodness she manage to go through until final, meeting Serena Williams.

Good Luck Henin!

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The journey continues, hehe. The day went as we planned, so it was quite the fun. People, meet Sera's younger sisters, Nabilah and Najihah. Oh and Nisa was with us this time, since she's staying at my house for the holiday. :)
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THE END

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Zip Your Lips like Padlock

January 27, 2010

I once said, “The itch to blog was irritating”. It still is, just that my brain always fail to synchronize with my hands to jot it down once I feel the need to express my anger or happiness or sadness or just about anything. And that, I don’t call myself a real blogger. Hmm.

So it’s holiday now. And for once, it feels so good to be home. Away from everybody else, away from classes, away from annoying people, away from hypocrites, plus free wifi, free aircond, free meals, free EVERYTHING!  Honestly, I kinda miss my old crowd. We were fun, like real fun! And always tell everything, even if one of us talked behind our back. It was honest, and as the saying goes, honesty is the best policy.

Maybe I should just stay put for a while and figure things out. And maybe my subconscious is telling me that too! And perhaps all the while the distraction was just a way of telling myself that I am more than prepared to turn over a new leaf, clean slate. Hmm in time, in time.

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January 17, 2010




















"The hardest thing is loving someone and then having the courage to let them love you back."

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"I may not be enough to be the pencil to write your happiness, but I'll try to be the loveliest rubber to erase your sorrow."

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