empowered.

Hello, Pretty Strangers.
I'm learning on how to change the world, by changing diapers first.
I'm an only child with four sisters and a brother.
No. Wait. Make that five sisters. I was told to choose one more, anyone in the world and I chose her.
I was spoilt as a child and is still trying to grow up.
But there are "evil" people in the world who makes pretty things and I can't seem to stop myself.
Especially colourful undies.
&bags.
&trinkets.
&bags.
&bags.
Still trying, though.
I love to eat but I don't hate the treadmill.
I'm just plain lazy.
Lazy.
& fickle.
I like to pop by SB-TH and give my Bubbles & Buttercup chocolates.
Then, I'll spend all my money buying a Venti & just waste my time away.
Perfeckt.
My issues with hair is never-ending.
I love bimbo books, with pretty covers.
Aisyah Sufiyah is my favourite-est-est girl.
My friends call my continous, multiple, self-shots; narcissism.
I prefer to say its capturing memories.
I never had the bestest group of friends like I have now.
When I'm not happy, I talk to God in English.
& He listens.
The rest of the time, I'm pretty much happy.
So, in short;
My life's very much blessed.

this mineral water is SEDAP. too bad the price($2.90) is beyond sedap tooo.

if not i'll buy cartons back and make it my new healthy water. it tasted healthy.

in other news,
my cousin gave birth to a baby boy on tuesday and on saturday i went to visit him. i carried, fed & burped the small eensy weensy tiny person. he felt so fragile.
anws, his dad's a nepalese convert so his name is Danish Aryan Gurung Bin Nabil Gurung(muslim name) a.k.a Shivakumar Gurung. thats one heck of a long name. but of course he can just Bin his dad's muslim name.
i conveniently decided that i'll call him my danish cookies.
cute huh.

in another news,
i had a mighty blasting time with my huge bundle of goofyness goofball.
we window shopped which i now think is a crime. the shopping centres should invent this system which only allows pple who HAVE money to buy things on the spot to enter.
now, ive got so many things ive got my eye on and ive to have an "adult" talk to myself(in my head) or get nagged by mom & eventually get em' things. i so prefer the latter.
anyhooooots, we got seated at Sakura Intl. Buffet and waited patiently for buka time.
it was a year ago that we celebrated samm's bday there and i rmb fully well that its not halal cause they ordered alot alot of drunken prawns.
but now it is so i see alot of this place in my future. mainly because of the baked cheesy clam things which i dno how many i had.
we ate till we're full to ALMOST the brim and decided that its best to leave before the staff have to mop up a disgusting scene.
oh! i was carrying a plate full of desserts & i heard, "meyaa!"
it was chew guan wei! eating with her friend.
how random was that.
it was good thou meeting her after some time.
the boyf&i lugged our huge tummy to taka to meet his friends for a bit, then we head home.
pretty good, pretty good :)

my hair, fringe especially is beyond burok messiness. one more week. one more week meyaa.
bye!

p/s: i just sipped my last drop of Volvic Touch of Fruit mineral water. now, how i wish my dad's a mineral water tycoon.

1:20 AM;
go on, gimme some♥

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