An honest journey of Lips & Wings (JV of two diff passion)

It's been how many month since I last blogged? (I know nobody care to remember nor calculate, so let's turn  it into a statement, not a Q). I hate to list down the reasons why I didn't blog like I used to. (No, its not because no one reads my blog). Not that I blog to impress people. *eh did I just said it loud what I said in my bracket heart? k nvm.*
   I blog because I want to keep what I wrote typed in Microsoft Word into something I would at least (once in every 6 months) care to read back. I would love to write more, but the thing about now is, I don't really have much time. Okay, no. Cut it off. I  have time, but I just used that time to do something else. Something I have pour my passion to. Which is, my Lips & Wings.
   So I think, in order to keep myself blog back, I decided that I should write an honest journey of Lips & Wings (so I would have a plotted diary, when my Lips & Wings going fame. Lol, big dream). It's like combine my two passions into one. Genius? I know!

Trial to a faithfuls blog,

pls-read-my-tittle-over-sangat

Silence Inspiration

Somewhere, between the line of jealousy and admiration, has make a girl grown deniably inspired, which in very common situation will cause gossips/enemy.

Inside us, there is a silence inspiration that we will never have the urge to admit.  We would curse bad words to ourselves than admitting this silence inspiration of us. Especially if the inspiration is in our category or our competition.

Don’t deny it; you always stalk that girl Facebook. And you eventually will close tabs when your brother suddenly decided to pop in your room. Noisy brother acted pussy-like. Shouldn’t let him know what I’m doing.

Silence inspiration is like silence girl crush. That when it being revealed, we do rather kill ourselves for admitting.

Mine, (as I typing, I am deeply hope, she will not read it) is my junior back in high school. Don’t kill me or curse me for admiring a junior. Cause I had already curse myself thousand times, I am sure about this. Like why the heck I admire her. She flirted with my boyfriend (before we hooked up. But  yea, its still counted), have better look than me, fair complexion, can sing, play guitar, take tumblr-like photos and has a certainty better life and maybe future!

I hated all the points! I will have a good tour to find her flaws, but then if I found none, I will go all insecure.

As I think back, why did I still want to stalk her profile, why did I still want to keep update with her social life. The frank and manly reason is that it is because, deep inside, minus jealousy, I inspire her life. Okay a bit fake. I actually admire her, herself.

Come on!

Speak of the truth!

Un-bury your dirty little secret!

That's my little secret,

not because I watch porn, brother

Spare me some time!

I was revising studying Professional Practice (for the 1st time, and its only happen because of exam tomorrow!) when I remembered I haven't done Data Analysis test. So..here I am! Wasting a bit of my precious time to update the long-silence little diary of the unicorn!

I have lots to share! But wait until I'm done with all these papers I have to sit! Wish me luck! And and one more thing! Tomorrow is Papa's birthday! Please wish the man of my life (besides Hafiz) a good health! I need him. I need him to scold at me, I need him to go all mushy on me, and I certainty need him to complete my life. K that's it. See you soon after this sem ends, diary!

Exhausted little unicorn

Never Forever sleep

Forever On Hold

How far can a mistake float you away? Simple thinking which seems perfect, but end up in something ugly that make us afraid to take a glimpse at it ever again.


One boy. One cute Mat Salleh look-alike boy with perfect smile, fullest eyes, big hands, robust chest and most irresistibly; sweet talk. One girl. One innocent girl with strong stance who just have nothing but her personality.


Have you ever been told to care less? Do what you like? Dance in the middle of the road? Kissing at the Pasar Malam? Just, be yourself. Be what yourself dreamt. Don't bother people, whoever.


Love seems so beautiful as pictured by Shakespeare. No, love is beautiful. Lust is a cheap dress that drown out colours and ruins all the fabrics that cumulated around it. Lust is magnificent and painful at the same time. Only true love can filter these two mixtures.


"I didn't memorize the lyrics, miss." Complaint a cute boy in an unusual outfit for a dinner party-- Baju Melayu. Seemed so lost in the hectic night.


"Ha? You what? You guys are next, right? Oh please please make some sense! We just have few more minutes!" Appealed the girl in charge for the performance that night. Began to panic with her 'surveillance'. Having to handle a big events by herself for the first time wasn't easy.


"Do you have pen?" The boy gave his innocent look. Irresistible and can't-be-yelled-of expression. Put the girl panic in hold for a while.


"Can you give me your autograph?" 


"What?" This is what this boy want a pen for? My autograph? Murmured the girl silently. So she thought the boy want to write the song lyrics he was about to sing. Without much question, the busy girl spend some of her time to sign the boy's notebook. She didn't realize she was smiling upon signing the autograph. Something unexplainable tickled her stomach, make her heart felt warm and cool at the same time.


"And, please also write your name, Facebook name, and phone number." Whispered the boy with his innocent face that he master of.


Flirt is basically an activity that will not leave effect on anyone, unless the characters involved are some kind of magic. The relationship between these two different gender wasn't stop there, that night.

The girl didn't leave her phone number because she was genuinely thought, a boy should find any possible way to get what he want if he really desired.

Short text from the boy welcomed a new relationship of these two people. New relationship that was fun, care-free, cool, romantic and blind.

They were so happy in their own world. From watching Titanic in Laptop at the parking lot, to warm and tight hug on the bed. They matched the car plate number to their resemblance, kidnap each other from the busy and pressuring life, sweet escape to somewhere only they know, sleep in the car when they had no money to rent a room.

Close and intimate wasn't a symbol of love. This is what the girl didn't understand.

So they were really close, spend each night share laughter together, but the boy never say those three words. Always avoid the topic. Leave everything hanging.

The

Girl

Die

In

Waiting

And

Still

No

Answer

As close as they seemed, as confuse as the girl concern,

Ain'W

To the future! To the sky!

Sorry, I have been neglecting this little diary of mine lately! I just have too much faint in Corbeille D'or, the boutique me and partner just started. And er I am hoping no one read my previous entry. Um Um I er, I, hm okay. I failed. I failed to write. Ha let's get back here! (lari topic.don't read the stroked through sentences). So we are going for Rasta Fashion Bazaar this Saturday!! It's my 2nd bazaar! Corbeille D'or 2nd bazaar! Wish for our success?! I'm seriously can't wait. And the promotion is getting better! Thanks people for the help! I was sooooo excited! that I almost yell at every sentence! Heeeeeee

So,

see you this Saturday!

Rasta TTDI,

12am-7pm!

Am now yelling and dancing and dreaming,

Corbeille D'or founder

The blogshop!

Fashion Bazaar!

Whoa that's huge, doesn't it? Almost like my dream come true! It's what I have been dreaming of. And what's written on my future-plan schedule. Big road to step! (by walking or driving?) I choose running. Cause I'm an unicorn!

Me and partner cooperate in opening an online&offline boutique, CORBEILLE D'OR! Translated: Golden Trash. So for the first step, we joined a fashion bazaar. I repeat, a fashion bazaar. At the coolest place in Penchala Link, RASTA! Hehe no, the coolest place among teenagers. This, was a good experience. I gave full commitment and all my passion to Corbeille D'or. This is my future. My dream. Support me? :))

Email: dor.corbeille@yahoo.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/corbeilledor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/corbeilledor

Hafiz showed up to give me some support. Auww that's sweet, boo. 

In dream,

for future

Exhibit: The most gorgeous couple!

Remember the glorious engagement party of this gorgeous couple last July? Now, they are married! :DDD

Kak Aiza (now changed title as Auntie Aiza) and Pok Yul, congrates you two! :D

Haa tergegeh-gegeh lafaz nikah. :p

The wedding. Kompang radio ye, kalian.

My family. The missing part; Ibu and Papa :(

Pictures: 100% stolen from Roh Studio (check out their website!)

This post is dedicated to:

Ibu and Papa

No Malay? No Chinese? No Indian?

this entry was mean to post thousands year ago, tapi Hafiz asyik lupa nak bagi. so, blame him! hee

This is what I love about being a Malaysian. Aside from boleh makan ais krim pop/malaysia, I love the 1 Malaysia value in us. Disregard the difference of surname (surname?) and skin colour, we are one family. :D

I have a strong sense of nationalism in me. Its invite a feeling whenever I saw Chinese boys and Malay boys walk together to school. I hate when someone being so racist. I'm not. Why should I? Cuba bayangkan kalau negara kita takda Cina, siapa nak buat rambut kita? Kalau takda India, siapa nak trim kening kita? Kalau takda Melayu, orang putih nak makan Nasi Lemak mana? Kalau takda Mamak, kedai siapa kita nak lepak pukul 2 pagi? Kalau takda Orang Asli, siapa jual bakul tepi jalan KL-Pahang tu? Kalau takda Indon, siapa nak jadi bibik/contractor kita? Eh tak tak, yang last tu tak masuk. Hee.. There are certain values I look for at each race. And I have to said, I admire some values in some races. We all have what we mastered of.

Other countries, please be jealous! 

Btw, ni bukan point saya. Saja je bebel atas tadi. Heeeeee..
I had a lot fun and experiences wearing Saree and beraya (or what you call it?) this Deepavali! :D Let me shared with you what I learnt!

Okay, this is how they wear Saree.

LOL I joked. I failed. Priya and her mum's helped me. Sepuluh kali berhenti tengah jalan,
betulkan Saree.

At Priya's! <3

Hafiz, Priya, and kaki gossip. She's one of my closest friend during Form5
and still. The one that teach me about 'future-plan and strategy' :p

That's all! HAPPY DEEPAVALI! :D

beras pulut (not sure beras pulut ke beras apa, tapi  beras la)

studied at Chinese school for 6 years

no racist.

Secret Admire (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

Mr Sun reprimanded me warmly with his menacing smile. Its morning ray that strike through my singel panel glass window woken me up to another hopefully-bright day. I open my left eyes to survey the my surrounding. The first object I saw was, my old version computer which I got from my twelveth birthday. An old present from my Papi. The last year he was actually there for us. I spread my arms wide, yawning from remaining sleepiness. Told myself, I do better get up or I'll lose the second round. Yes, the second round. Just to think about it, I step out of my bed voluntarily. Feeling light, I walked to my computer. Turned the CPU to life, and pulled open the frezer that sit with it's pride in my tiny room to reach for a cool water. All the objects in my room is reachable. That's what I like of being in a tiny room. I don't have to walk more than ten inches. 

  I sat across the computer and reached for it's mouse. Clicked on the left section of Skype. But apparently, the person I was hoping to see is not on the line. Lose hope, I move the cursor to recommend the screen to sleep. Maybe I can try again later, I coaxed myself. Just when I'm about to clicked the sleep mode, a noticfication popped. 'One Message Received!'. My lips curled into a smile, thought I'm not sure what it's content.

My smile broaden as I saw the sender. 'Dian's Secret Admire'. Cheesy. Yes. But I like it. Like it too much, I can say. I wasn't the kind that fall in love for the classmate or hot hunk work at the Starbuck or anyone. I wasn't the kind that ever fall in love. I cannot recall when is the last time I have been in a relationship more than three weeks. This, this cliche Dian's Secret Admire somehow had make me smile upon chatting with him. 

'Morning Beautiful! :D Have you sleep well last night? Btw I saw someone left something infront your room. You do better check it out. I hope it's not boom.' I felt chilly for a while, hestate on playing this game further. Now, the secret admire is going a bit too far, ain't it? For someone who just knew me for one night, sure he is. I doubted about checking the stuff out. Considering what he have done last night, I told myself to give it a try. I appreaciated his picture of stars that he shared with me last night. I hope, at least, it's not a boom. What possibility could it make for someone who wanted to treathen me send me a pictures of sky, right? Right. 

I opened my rented room's door ajar. Still hesitating and suspicious. I spotted a McD's paper bag right in my door step. Feeling relieve as all my hesitation drifted, I picked the bag up and opened to check it's content. I smile at my finding. A large set of Double Cheese Burger. 

'Hey, THANKS! Haha I love this boom. Thought, you don't have to buy me breakfast like this. Plus, it's large set! You think Im that glutton, are you? >.

'Nahh, judging from your size... :p Haha JK. I want you to gain more weight.' 

'Grr >.< Btw thanks, again. You don't have to do this, thought. I made my breakfast already.' Lie. I don't usually open myself up to public. 

'Glass of cool water, you call it breakfast?' With this, I starled. Aware of how this annonymous know all my details, and more, what I am doing! I looked around me suspiciously, check if there any hidden camera installed in my room. Immediately, I covered my bare shoulder with my arms. Considering what I'm wearing. 

I was contend to reply. There are thousands thought in my head. Thousands logical thoughts that opposed me to reply, and a zest that urged me to do against my logical thoughts. I want to know more. The reason he send me the email, the reason he send me the picture, the reason he hooked with me all night last night, the reason he send me breakfast, the reason he target my account, the reason he know my address, the reason he know what I'm actually doing, and the reason he created the email account with my name on it ! I was terrified but I want to know the answers behind these.

Fold together my spirit, I began to type my keyboard. But just as I start my first word, a new notification was up. My eyes was smallen from focus, determination and hope.

'Dian? Did I caught you?? I'm just guessing. Remember last night you told me you were drinking cool water all this while until you got stucked on it and make it routine?' 

My mouth open in 'O' shape. Didn't bellieve that it was me actually who give him a clue. But somehow, its relive me a bit. At least, there is no hidden camera somewhere in my cozy room.

'Tell me, how do you get my address'  Wanting to know the truth. 

'Sorry. I promised to seal my mouth on the sources. Cant tell you. But hey, dont be afraid. Im not a fighter, im a lover. ;)'  That's him. Always come with this kind of words. Urgh, I hate it.

'How can I trust you? I dont even know you.'  And this is me, dazzled by him. And I hate me, too. 

'You just hv too. Im good and nice. And I'll never let you sad. :)'  My lips started to form the smile again, but my ego was against it. 

'Why would I be sad?' 

'Idk. I just dont want to be the reason, and dont allow anything invite it.' With this, my ego hurts. I smiled.

NEXT?

will be continued

first trial on english writing,

ain'w

This happen to nice people, like me.

ignore the title. You probably want to close the tab now. hee


been a while since i last write. I mean, really write. Not in blog, not in Twitter. In Microsoft Word. "Where word connecting People." (Eh wrong company, dude.) Sorry sorry. Hee
So i sit here, and try to continue writing. I have multifarious (exaggerating) words in me, but all left unsaid unwrite. I typed, backspaced, retyped, re-backspaced, retyped, re-backspaced, retyped, re-backspaced (okay okayy i get it, Ain!!), but i couldn't find the right words, the right sentence (p/s: you can use this sentence when you and your boyfie are in a fight/miss each other). So what to do? I guess, just another Alt+F4. =.=

Try to write tomorrow,

hope it will come. :)

Hallmark Sad Movie: Story of Irresponsible Single Mother (short entry)

Ignore the @adtarmizi part. Just read the status I wrote. Read from the bottom
You might have to zoom this image.
Okay, don't cry. :')

With care and sympathy,

 Kak Ain 

Oh no no! You ain't enter the wrong url

I just changed my header and background! *proud proudd :D

angkat dada ala popeye

created by me. ceheee~

P/S:

'Paint' can be really pain in the ass

Crappy ppy~

Wish all they asked in exam are like:


I can’t get to sleep without: saying goodnight to Hafiz
If I were a doll, the accessories packaged with me would be: a boy (a cute one). noww, who wanna buy me?! ;p
I have an irrational fear of: snake. even image or cartoon 
At my grandparents house I usually eat: ikan masak kicap. yumm! wan is the best cook. (okay, ibu pun) =.=
When I was born I weighed: should i ask my mum?
I am most opposed to: watak Indonesia yang extra extra baik. Urgh gimme a break. (-_-)
I like to stalk: girls with strong words and personalities, and style. 
I am too old to be: have Papa praise me
I find the thought of childbirth: is so innocent, beyond reality. 
Next door to my house is: a religious family, which is why Ibu so care if i jemur kain pakai spender je. =.=
My feet are: size 6.
My preferred style of jeans are: trouser. I think i look tall in them :D but never get a perfect one
I know how to cook: omelets? and RBTM cheese! :D Roti Bakar Telur Manis cheese. what im proud of. :D 
I am annoyed at: people that always portrait themselves as innocent. blah. its all at the outside.  
Men should always: able to spice conversation.
Women should never: copy others status/photo and claim it as theirs. Loser.
The scariest sea creature is: Piranha? They ate sexy chic, come on.

The world is over populated with: kids that want to be tumblr-like. (me included)

I recently broke: a glass, that i used to use it as case

I last cried because: nightmare. I super super super hate dream! 

I would like to be in an advertisement for: some skin care products. By the time i get the offer, its mean..um its mean, i'm dreaming. =_+

My favorite shoes are: red velvet flats, 3 inch wedges and maroon crocs. (wait, the crocs aren't mine.tapi tak kisah lah, i wear it all the time dah jadi as mine dah pun)

My mothers’ greatest fear is: losing us.

When I think of Full House: What Full House? The movie or restaurant? :O

I Say This You Say That: I am super-paranoid with something i'm so scared about. Don't even say the 'if'.

Whats your middle name? Ain. I think you should put this Q on top.

How big is your bed? Queen.

What are you listening to right now? Whirling sound of my old PC

What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number? 0169991625 

What was the last thing you ate? Nasik Lemak, with kicap (first time able.the Nasik Lemak taste like carbon)

Last person you hugged? Yamin? Ke Hafiz?

What books are you reading? Pretty Little Liars (re-read). and Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles.

Piercings? Did it (four times!) and lose it. 

Favorite Movie? 500 days of summer. 

What were you doing before filling this out? Going to Mak Cik Mizan's house to choose my ring. Ibu buy it for me, sebab sale and murah gilew. =.= though i don't know how long i can keep it

Dogs or cats? Cats. <3

Have you ever loved someone? Yes. Deeply 

ARE YOU 18? Thanks for compliment me. But no. I'm 19. But well, you know, people keep saying that i look more like 16. xD

WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE? Hafiz's licence photo. <3

DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT? Very much. This is why i woke up really unusual early this morning. 

FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING? Hate my dream!

WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE? My wardrobe? No its not handy. Kena bangun jugak capai.

:D

Similar-but-Different girl's species (in Girl View)

Girl; when deal with this subject, we have our endless comments/answers/opinions. The comments/answers/opinions are in wide range. Wide enough like, sea (pepatah cinta melayu berkata). Generally, it is categorized into two main components (components kah?=.=).
That is, 1) Girls' view (female) 
            2) Boys' view (male)

note; 'half-half' di sini tidak dibincangkan

its either category 1) or 2)

hehe

 **tapi di sini saya bincangkan more According to Girls' view

I'm about to share with you my observation on

Girl's Type

These are the two similar-but-different 'species' of girls that do existed in this world. :) You are either cat or rabbit. Both are innocent, btw. ;)

continue reading, *i'm still doing my research upon writing this. :)

Situation #1

she is in a boutique with her just-met girlfriend. The girlfriend ask for her opinion on how the orange colour super tight dress look on her over-tanned complexion. 

Cat: Umm *think for a while sambil examine the view*  I rasa you should go black. Okay, so what if black is boring. It's the safest and sesuai dengan you. Plus, i think i have pair of orange heels to add the WOW. ;)

Rabbit: You sure nak dress ni? (if the friend says yes confidently, she would say) Um haa okay jugak. Cantik. *senyum jaga hati :)

Situation #2

she is in a cafe with her flocks gossiping about the new girl in their school. The topic is hot ala AzwanAli baru balik umrah. 

Cat: Haha aku dah agak dah. Kecoh kot. Baru kena kacau sikit, dah update dekat facebook bagai. Nak hot je.

Rabbit: Hehe yeke? Tak tahu pulak. Aku tak ikut sangat cerita cerita macam ni. Habis macam mana? Ada orang kutuk post dia tak?

Situation #3

she stop at the traffic light, driving alone. And a boy (cute boy.ahaa) riding sumptuous vehicle winking at her seductively.

Cat: Pretend she wasn't look at the boy. Check herself in the mirror/tukar channel radio, to keep herself look busy. So she wouldnt have show the boy her blushed cheeks. 

Rabbit: Professionally/self-confidencely/seductively straighten her body. Adjust her sunglasses. Glimpse at the boy only a little. And smile, also a little. (okay, bayangkan iklan AXE)

Situation #4

she is in a relationship. Somehow/however/what-so-ever(=.=) her loyalty being tested when a cute boy who is potentially attractive, working his ass out to win her. Like drama drama Korea. (i love this character.hee)

Cat: Keep her fan as secret. She doesnt want to create a scene nor make her boyfie jealous and feel insecure. It's no way she will love the fan thou. She has her Nate (as in, Nate Archibald.but the girl is not Blair or Serena,ITS ME.wohoo okay dreamer=.=).

Rabbit: Cheerfully tell the whole there-is-one-boy-in-my-collage-that-always-bump-into-me-and-say-hi-and-offer-lunch to the boyfie. One, is to prove that she's not keeping anything from him. Two, is to remind him,she capable to find another. Three, to see his jealous face.

Situation #5

she a good judger (as if, not all girls are, lah kan). One of her classmate is the anak-aku-ni-ha-baik-budaknya. The classmate wear tudung whenever near to her mother's circle, but take it off bila keluar dengan kawan.

Cat: Ish tak suka aku naa. Hang tak nak pakai, tak payah pakai terus la. Macam aku ni. Ni tak. Kejap bubuh, kejap pakai. (eh silap) Kejap bubuh, kejap tanggal pasaipa tak tau.

Rabbit: Yeke? Kesiankan dia? Kena control. Hm takpe la. Dekat sini boleh jugak dia merasa.

Sound familiar? Have been into the situation? Or have seeing some other girls (be it, your own friend or your male cousin's experience that he shared with you) go through this situation and put our critic on? Well, this is just a synonym, in case you didn't notice! Boys, some/most of us are same. You have to google/track/find the unique one yourself. If not, if all girls are different/unique in your eyes, then your girl (the one you been trying to detect which one is she Cat or Rabbit, while reading this) is no longer special and unique. Start appreciating your The Only. ;)

And yea, note to girls: Hehe i know. i write this based on my experiences and observations and etc etc. Its my honest observation, and does it make you realize something? ;) ;)

You dont hv to detect you are Cat or Rabbit

Follow what do you think is right, then you'll be unique ;)

I didnt really categorized it accordingly, thou

I jaggle the characteristic  randomly

so you will not have to know which one is you.

:*  

holidayyyyy yeeeebbaaaaa!! :D

lalalala~ holiday day day day~ oh oh so happy happy happy ppy~

*sambil cuci bilik.rambut cekak.menari tonggek tonggek.setiap 15saat,tengok cermin.

okay. so cuci bilik tu, tipu. =.= 

19yr'o: Day #1

heee so much of counting days, and memories. im growing older! yeeeebbaaaaaa! :DD (okay, this year memang boleh happy lagi. tunggu next year, dah hilang -teen) :(
there are so much wishes to be made, but yet i haven't find one yang possible and berguna. (assuming nak kulit putih berseri tu impossible) =.= so this year celebration might differ from yesteryear. (i was celebrating w my friends last year--creating perfect theme,turning up the stereo volume,doing the preparation w closest friends,seeing my girlfriends hooked up w my other friends etc). so much of  'the-most-(fill in the blank)-in-town dream'. now that im growing older and maturer (ecehh), im begin to appreciate family value. :)
first half of yesterday, i spent my time upsetting about "tak suka hari ni.orang yang ain sayang,semua tak ingat birthday ain >.<". hafiz totally ignored the date. didnt even wished me. my closest friends pun tunggu saya call, baru wish. okay takpe la, kawan. *sedapkan hati. (noted; di sini friends dekat facebook tak dikira). ibu was real nice, suruh saya balik awal sebab nak ajak makan makan dekat kedai. but that time, i was thinking kitaorang gonna hv dinner w just our family kecik. tau tau all my keturunan datang. :D INCLUDING HAFIZ! :D

thanks ibu, thanks! :') always plan the best for my birthday. dari kecik lagi. thanksss :))))

afraid of -ty. pls come slowly 2012:(

Here, my 8teen birthday party's album :)

this year punya tak dapat lagi.in pokchick's camera

so soon :(

going back in few more hours :( i hv to leave home by 4am sebab hv to reach perak before 9am :(
havent fill my raya album :(

this is
On fourth day Raya,

DAY 02

hi. :D (macam tak bersalah kan?mana your so-call #30dayschallenge huh? =.=) eherm actually, i just want to reinforced my previous list, #06. (okay, covering yourself,i can see that) im just back from my uncle and kak aiza's lovely engagement party where you can meet jodoh. =.= um i wish to include the pictures. just too bad, my phones are helpless. have to borrow my roommate's samsung. all my contacts gone. and i hv no idea macam mana nak off prediction. but somehow, i find it cool and easier to  use prediction. :D and yeaaa, i spend the best weekends with my love. we got to spend a lot times together. and even went to my family's kenduri bersama. :D lagi satu, ibu bought me marc jacobs bags from her visit at bandung, and some stuffs. :D okay sound like a summary. nobody care, btw. =.=

Okay. my 30 Days Challenge! :D

Day 02- The meaning behind your Blog name

um to be liveless and honest, i have no idea of what a good and cool blog name is. so i just simply picked the one that sound 'me'. after changing names for a couple of times, i finally come out with 'a dreamer, i shall call.'  It is the one that most mirror me. i love to dream. everybody does, comm'on. we dreamt about our ideal of romantic date, about being beautiful, about marrying the goddamn sinfully hot hunky, about being chased by the sexiest boy in school, about having the life of paris hilton, yadda yadda yadda. the list goes on forever. but as for me, i love to interprete my dream into words.  

owning the sexiest boy in school :)))

i love you, chicken little.

bum's photography

photographer: bum
editor: bum (again =.=)
location: old railway

These are after&before edit. bum's touch really make a difference. i'm being myself  during this shoot. 
To book a photoshoot session, you can contact me. deal start from RM500. :D

we just stop by for few minutes. in a rush to pick up my brothers from school. but i like the results. it's all because of bum's taste in photo. ;) and here are some of the pics that are not edited.