Friday, September 30, 2011

make me a doa

How many times you make a doa in a day?
I heart talking to Him because other than tomatoes and George, I can talk about anything with Him…
Then, He is the only one you can ask not one or two but everything… and because He is the only one you should ask from.
Have you ever talked to the moon? Talking to Him will give you much greater feeling…
But, there is one particular subject that seems I could never have right words to say to Him… maybe because I need it so badly but for a wrong reason… or maybe because I thought I want it but I don’t really need it…

And, I’m still wording my doa for I know He will always listens.

then, again...

I’m full of emotion… FULL STOP
It’s not something good but I just can’t help it…
Now, I want to be a person with the bigger heart. Bigger than Houstan..
Then, my life was so complicated… damn complicated…
Other things aside, it will be just heels and chocolate. END
Heels because ….. and I really need to stop justifying myself to the world. PERIOD.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

breakfast for one

Almost been there, halfway done that…


If ever I’m going to have a breakfast for one that morning or any other morning after… Tiffany’s won’t be less of anything that it should… I guess!!


And again, "I'm NO polar bear and u are NO penguin” sure one day we’ll be having a breakfast for two…

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

matahari.my

You are my matahari…
Not the sun that rising every dawn when the bird is still sleeping…
Also not the sun that setting at the far end of the world to give way to the moon or the dark night…
You are the sun that shines brightly on July
On the bluest Manhattan sky…
It was you, me and the Manhattan sky.
You rarely there whenever I fall like those fallen Mulberry leaves…
You are not there on cold November rain…
You might not be there when the bee flying from roses to roses like serenading a love song.
It’s been years since that shooting star…
It’s been years since I wrote your name here…
I need to love you strong enough to let you off…
And I guess I don’t love you enough to hate you finally.
I hope I won’t be looking at the sky…
When the sun shine so brightly on the Manhattan sky…
Again.

Monday, September 12, 2011

nota untuk bakal suami,


awak.. saya masih lagi mencari kasut yang sesuai... sila jangan kahwin dulu ye...


p/s; love u... lots!

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

confession of heel addicts


Hye, I wish I’m from New York and I’m heel addicts!

I have more than five heels which I would never wear… couldn’t justify why I bought them in the first place.

I have more heels than anything else in my life…

Heels are the best medicine…

It’s a good feeling every time I saw a girl in a sexy, flirtatious and irresistible heel.

My biggest dream is to have a red pencil thin heel with a red sole. The original red sole!

I bought heels when I’m sad, when I’m happy, when I’m broke and wish I could every day.

Boys, don’t mess with me… or I’ll bought a heel with your name on it. I have few!

Love,
Anonymous!

-Buy me a heel; I’ll walk with you till we found the rainbow-

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

the final journey...

He is a son… a brother, a teacher, a husband, a son in law and to us, he is an uncle. Pak Jid as what we call him. Quiet, always with his smile, soft spoken man. After so many years, he is finally a father to a sweet boy. He is a good man and always is.

They said thing happened for reasons. He suffered for more than a year of an illness science fails to explain. Those feelings on that Saturday morning were nothing to compare to. Those are the times when loves really matters and lucky for my aunt, she is blessed with a great brothers and sisters. Those are moments when I’m thankful for having them in my life.

To our dearest Mak Uji and Udin, there are no words of comfort than can wipe all those tears. We cry with you till the last tears. For tomorrow, we are and will always with you. And he will too.

In memories of our dearest Pak Jid; 
Mohd Yazid Bin Saimon (03.04.1964 – 03.09.2011)

Monday, September 05, 2011

Kepada Awak; terima kasih…

Kerana membuatkan saya terasa seperti bantal… hanya berguna semasa awak mengantuk. Mungkin juga seperti baju semalam yang awak campakkan entah ke mana… mungkin saya masih disana semasa tiada lagi baju yang boleh dipakai… renyuk.

Saya berharap dunia ini sangat luas untuk kita… untuk awak dan saya. Kerana, it sure sucks if we ever meet again.

Larilah, lari walau sampai ke Houstan…