online.
etrangle. diah
tatek. dayat. my true love.
little s. sharleez. my pure love.
aan. nurul. my comrade.
family & friends.
teaching & children.
an.
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boolit.
ili.
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az.
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sangy.
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izadhana.
rini.
raihan.
pm.
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// Awards & Candles. // Sunday, February 25, 2007
Oh man.
Oh well.
:(
Anyway.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to Diah Mastura.
Happy Birthday to me.
26 years old young, I am.
:)
@ 09:23 p.m.
// Pesta Perdana 07. // Saturday, February 24, 2007
A preview of Nurul's outfit for tonight's Pesta Perdana.
So exciting!
Meanwhile, you be the wise judge. Vote for Nurul ONLY if you think she is deserving of the 'Most Popular Female Personality' title.
Text PP_W4 to 73388.
GOOD LUCK AN!
Pesta Perdana.
8.30 pm.
Tonight.
Live.
Suria.
P.S: Rima, best of luck to you too!
'_'
@ 04:17 p.m.
// My definition of love. // Thursday, February 22, 2007
Despite a very Johnson's baby powdered face and that very, very bumpy taxi ride, Sharleez posed continuously (and halfheartedly more often than not) for me and my camera. I cannot help it. I must be sick or something. My camera is everywhere I go she goes, see. I am too obsessed with her, my daughter. First child, mah??!!!!!!!
Lol, lol and lol again.
And I am really so sorry she ended up so pooped, looking like a squashed potato at the end of the so-called phototaking session.
How funny, I think!
Sorry Sharleez, nevertheless!
'_'
@ 11:55 p.m.
// My Love. // Tuesday, February 20, 2007
It is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
: Helen Steiner Rice :
For sure, I am truly gratified to have been given a chance to experience what it is like to be a mother. Not everyone can be mothers, as hard as they try. Sad but true.
Now, whether or not I make a good mother, that's for my child to decide, really.
Not you.
Definitely not you.
It can never be you.
It will never be you.
@ 09:00 p.m.
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