Lastnight, our names jadi Bond, James Bond..hehe
So ok, my good friends and I went for an impromptu sungkai out and coffee afterwards yesterday.
For the past few weeks I've been observing my male friends' conversations..hehe..it's amusing actually ;p
It occurs to me that my other group of male friends previously have had the kind of the same agenda-slash-situation in their conversations too.
Let me just cut the chase now; their conversations are about their 'delima' with girls. I find it interesting though, that they wanna get the girl(s) they think they wanna hook up with.
It's just about getting on the next phase of life especially when someone's ready to set their commitment gradually until they find the right one. They would feel insulted if they were being labelled as 'playa' whereas, they meant well.
To me, the simple definition of a playa is when he or she chooses Lust Over Love. Bearing that in mind, this kind of people will feel a pang of remorse that will haunt them FOR LIFE!, trust me :) because what goes around comes around by Allah aren't bull-s.
It is indeed crucial for every one to have the right life partner to spend the whole life with. There goes in finding the real true love.
So, anyone who has been betrayed by their former lover(s), keep holding on to your faith in Allah's kuasa that you deserve someone better than you can't imagine. The key is with lotsa doa, patience and tawakal.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Status
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
Ms. Mini
I love going out shopping with our baby Nabila! She doesn't go kusut-kusut at all and she knows what she wants.
The amazing part is whenever we asked her to pick the items that she might want, she'll be so wisely-selective. Cutest part was when she checks on the price macam c banar..hehe!
When I brought her to the bookstore, she shows her interest when I read her the pictorial book of Elmo while she carries her Elmo in her tiny-tiny-tiny little hands.. :)
For the whole week ago, I now have made my decision to send her to Al-Falaah School nanti. My second option would be Stella School.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Schedule
I'm a buzy woman even after my working hours too! as always..
As long as my time management is stable, then I'll always be happy with it. Family, Friends and not forgetting, alone time with myself :)
I'm so in-love with Chris Evans! Why? coz I'm single and having a celebrity-crush is what happen when I'm single. Chris Evans is hot by the way.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Madame
My first sungkai-outing this year's Ramadhan with my friends lastnight. I've been enjoying Sungkai at home from the early week of Ramadhan already.
Hari Raya is coming soon, I think it would be fun and exciting if I play the Fashion Police game by then!
Fashion Police it is! Ok, I promise I will keep you entertained, alright readers ;) Mucho Love!
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Outer
Pouting my lips! eeww! I hate that pose...Why I did it, you may ask?, coz I want ya'll to agree with me that this pose is inda bisai! So DON'T DO IT!
I love the nose pore strip that I only apply for every once a month. It's super crucial to look after your skin. Fortunately, we're the Muslims got the skin-privilege-beauty-routine by the daily 5 times a day with the better water of ayer wudhu.
There are times when a zit came uninvited and our urge of to touching it in hoping that it would disappear. We knew that it will never ever work magically! (but how we wish though). With that being said, I'm glad when my girlfriends introduced to me a year ago the 'acne patch' that works amazingly. :)
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Introversion 26
It's my official birthdate today (07 Ramadhan). So I'm officially 26 now.
I'm aging! I mean, 26...just so close to 30 or 40 or 50..but on the positive side, I'm grateful that I'm happy and I have the utmost love from my circle and I'm still alive that I'm still able to pray to Allah with whatever doa.
I'm thankful for having Nabila as my half baby sister. I couldn't sleep well lastnight thinking about her coz I miss her so much.
So what's ahead for me, especially in my love life? It's just the thing of something from Allah that I'm looking forward to (patiently), because it would make my life complete for being able to love and to be loved by a real man who can just love me bisai-bisai. I just couldn't ask for more.
So, I'm 26 now, few things about me that I would like to list down... :-
1) I love food so very much;
2) I love Justin Bieber so much but I can't stand his Never Say Never and Somebody To Love songs;
3) I'm allergic to dust;
4) I would be so upset if there were distractions when I'm in action in the kitchen;
5) I'm an introvert;
6) I love anything that smells good;
7) I must drink chilled Mr. Brown coffee every morning (be it the original, French Vanilla or the Caramel);
8) Utopia by Within Temptation feat. Chris Jones & I Try by Macy Gray still top my chart up until now;
9) I watch The Killers every Saturday morning.
What else...?
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
At Last
Ain't too little too late for Fizah & I went for our desire to anywhere for a vacation just before Ramadhan comes. So, last week, we went to the Universal Studio Singapore for our getaway.
For the next trip story, Sara is getting married this early December and she has invited me & Ady to her wedding, but unfortunately, due to the unforeseen circumstances, neither the both of us seemed to be able to be there that I have to cancel my plan to go to Nigeria due to my budget constraint. How I wish that I could be there at Sara's wedding since she's so kind enough to pay for our hotel room.
On the other hand, I'm thinking to pay a visit to Ady in UK next January 2012 insyAllah. :)
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