SKTU Kids 9500 Reunion - Aidilfitri 2011-

Today I celebrated Aidilfitri with my primary school friends. The kids from Sekolah Kebangsaan Taman Uda Alor Setar Kedah, Batch 1995/2000. This is our second gathering. the first one was last year (impromptu). This year's gathering was planned at the very last minute.

Thank you so much to Fatin Nabihah for letting us use her house as the place for us to get together, and to Amarah and again to Fatin for the spaghetti. Thank you to Taufik for being the first one to arrive! To Yusri Ezamdi for the drinks and for calling and inviting more friends to come over. Thank you for Mohd Azfar, Anis Syahirah and Khairul Mursyidah for snapping pictures. To Nur'Izzah and Nur Fatiehah Mahmud for the Carrot Slice (slice ka?). 

And also to Alif Ashraf, Mukhlis Mansor, Syam, Nadia, Ahmad Asmizar, Syafiq Shahbudin, Rahim, Danial Hisham, Syamil Johan, Adib and Matzul  for coming and being there together with us. And of course to the others that I may have forgotten to mention or I just simply don't know their names, thank you for tagging along with us even when you weren't from SKTU. Forgive us for we might have said things that might have hurt your feelings, but please know that we don't mean a thing out of it, simply a harmless joke to break the ice. =)

I truly appreciate it. I hope our friendship will grow even more stronger with time. InsyaALLAH.

by the way, the photos are from Mohd Azfar and Siti Sara.

Eid ul-Fitr.Eidulfitri.Aidilfitri.Eid.Hari Raya.

Selamat Hari Raya Everyone!!

I hope you can forgive me for all that I have done you wrong in the past be it intentionally or unintentionally. I would also like to wish all of you Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan Malaysia yg ke 54! I am forever thankful that I have been living in such a peaceful country (compared to most countries around the globe I find Malaysia rather soothing) for the whole of 23 years of my life that have been filled with so many colorful faces that have lighten it up with a magnificent blend.

I have lots of photos to share, but I am way too lazy to organize them now. I will post another entry wih all the updates from my Raya. Despite all the turbulence at home, most of which are caused by the kids, I find it, really peaceful, it feels so much at home. I really wish that my sister, Umairah and her hubby are here with us right now

I can't believe that I would be leaving to Shah Alam pretty soon. I am really looking forward for the trip to Bangkok next week, but at the same time, I really want to spend more time at home. Again, at the same time, I Can't wait to meet up with all my friends in Shah Alam and of course, to meet my sweetheart.

this is extremely overwhelming -_-"

yet so exciting.

Don't

Don't leave me.Don't stop caring about me.Don't look away from me.Don't stop wanting me.Don't hate me.Don't ignore me.Don't forget me.Keep on missing me.Keep on thinking about me.Look for me.Find me and hold me.Smile at me.Laugh with me.Be in love with me.The way I am with you.Don't Quit on me.

I Love You.

"you're a man!"

"you're a man!"

that was what my cousin marwan said to me after two years of not seeing each other. yes indeed, a lot have changed, i mean he himself is all grown 

up. and his sister sara, is practically a lady now.

it has been two years since they last visited us in Malaysia. and seeing them after two years made me realize even more that a lot have changed since then.

and when marwan said what he did, i was like, yeah.. i am a man now. being the yougest child, i have been so used to the term boy or kid, that i have sort of forgotten that i am 23 years old now. thats huge!

i just hope that with this age, comes a sense of maturity. i mean. i have to be able to think like a grown up now. but somehow i don't feel all that ready. am i really that much left behind? am i that much childish? am i acting like a 23 year old? or at least how a 23 year old should act like? im scared.

anyways, here are some photos that we took on marwan's camera the other day.

all photos are from my cousin's facebook

23. Years of Happy Living

August 14th 2011, 

my 23rd birthday!

i am so thankful to Allah swt. for letting me live this long. 

and thank you so much for all the birthday wishes i've received.

be it text messages, facebook wall posts, facebook chat, phone calls, face to face wishes, tumblr askbox.

thank you mama, papa, nana, amirah, athirah and adilah for the lovely bukak puasa at home. and the cake! is awesome!

and to my sisters, unaizah and umairah for the wishes!

and thank you to banchakorn. ruhiezad, azman, iswadi and zulfadhli for the lovely sahur session, and also to the cake that you have got me =D

 thank you to my sweetheart nor liyana for the surprise birthday present that i have not yet received, but is excited to!!

and last but not least, thank you for jasmin anis for the ice cream treat! =D

by the way, this is ikhwan, sahc band junior. we share the same birthday! he is now 15, and i am...well 23. haha..so happy birthday to us both!

Mary Flora Bell

Mary Flora Bell wanted to “hurt” someone.  She was an angry child, the product of an unsettled home in which chronic abuse was the norm.  She had a friend, Nora Bell, and they often did things together.  When Mary was eleven, she and Nora lured a boy to the top of an air raid shelter.  When he fell and was injured, it was thought to be an accident.  Two weeks later, the corpse of four-year-old Martin Brown was found, another assumed accident.  Then police discovered notes that indicated that someone was taking responsibility - two people, in fact, who called themselves “Fanny and Faggot.”  Then Mary show ed up at Martin’s home so she could “see him in his coffin.”  Two months passed and another local toddler, three-year-old Brian Howe, turned up missing.  When Mary suggested that he might be playing on a certain pile of concrete, searchers looked where she indicated and found his body.  He’d been strangled and his legs and stomach had been cut with a razor and scissors.  The medical examiner believed it to be the handiwork of a child.

Mary and Norma were brought in; Mary made up a story but Norma described watching Mary kill the boy.  They went to trial in 1968 in England, where Mary was convicted of two counts of manslaughter.  People called her “evil” and a “bad seed,” in part because she seemed so indifferent to the proceedings against her.  A court psychiatrist said that she was manipulative and dangerous.

 - i read this on tumblr. decided to share

source : ramirezdahmerbundy

Cinderella Story

I couldn't sleep, so I have decided to watch a movie alone while waiting for sahur. I choose A Cinderella Story. I know that i have watched the movie a thousand times, but it has never failed to entertain me. Anyways, while watching, i started to doodle, and what you see above is the results of my boredom. one thing i really like about the movie is the words they use. really nice quotes. so i used some of the quotes on my work.