it's Ramadhan!
i'm excited. feels like ages since the last Ramadhan. thankful to God for granting me this opportunity to experience the holy month once again. i'll try my best.
may everyone have a blessed Ramadhan.
Happy fasting!
DOT.
Friday, August 21, 2009
the least i deserve
Dear Anakin,
You are always running away. Even in my dreams. Please explain yourself.
yes. i still dream after so long. not of my own wanting. trust me.
Padme.
You are always running away. Even in my dreams. Please explain yourself.
yes. i still dream after so long. not of my own wanting. trust me.
Padme.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
19-08-09
Happy birthday to me!
thank you ma & ba for 23 years.
thank you tyaz & shaan for making me feel like a princess always when you both are around.
thank you nen for pampering me.
thank you girls (every single one of you) for being able to know and care for you.
thank you friends for being a part of me.
i love you.
alhamdullillah. i feel blessed.
DOT.
thank you ma & ba for 23 years.
thank you tyaz & shaan for making me feel like a princess always when you both are around.
thank you nen for pampering me.
thank you girls (every single one of you) for being able to know and care for you.
thank you friends for being a part of me.
i love you.
alhamdullillah. i feel blessed.
DOT.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
an anansi boy
you went missing for sometime. life took it's course. you got busy, so did I.
I thought I was all fine again. I thought the butterflies were just finding a place to rest before they fly off again with you.
then all of a sudden, you're back. you came knocking (literally) on the door. it feels so natural. so in tune. just that my heart skipped a beat. again. i guess one of the butterflies got stuck. next time you leave please take it away with you.
i hate to think more of it than i can. please. just remain a part of our lives as you have always been. and don't let me make you mean anything more.
DOT. DOT..DOT. please.
I thought I was all fine again. I thought the butterflies were just finding a place to rest before they fly off again with you.
then all of a sudden, you're back. you came knocking (literally) on the door. it feels so natural. so in tune. just that my heart skipped a beat. again. i guess one of the butterflies got stuck. next time you leave please take it away with you.
i hate to think more of it than i can. please. just remain a part of our lives as you have always been. and don't let me make you mean anything more.
DOT. DOT..DOT. please.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
a song for every memory
This one's for Freshman Year back in 2004/2005.
for,
the late night talks; the countless experiments with shoes to find which suited us best for the walk around campus; the buka puasa tengah malam; the mee ruski; the night trips to find food; self discoveries, and; all the in betweens.
Thanx & Love.
DOT.
for,
the late night talks; the countless experiments with shoes to find which suited us best for the walk around campus; the buka puasa tengah malam; the mee ruski; the night trips to find food; self discoveries, and; all the in betweens.
Thanx & Love.
DOT.
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