There's this PhD student in Leeds with us, his name is Pg. Sofian and his wife and his daughter is also here with him. His daughter is studying in Primrose high school and she's 15 years old and she really reminds me of my sister Farah.

But then it hit me

that my sister isn't 15 years old anymore. In a few more weeks she's going to turn 18 :((. And my sister Mirah isn't 13 anymore, she's 16. It pains me to know that they're both all grown up now cause' in my head they'll always be the little 13 and 15 year old girls who constantly complains about them always having to wash dishes or water the plants because they've already done it yesterday and they most certainly are not going to do it again today. 

They are growing up sooo fast that sometimes you can't catch up and that saddens me. I have this huge lump in my throat and i feel like crying. How the heck did my sisters grow up soo damn fast? 

And you know what else sucks? Absence. Knowing that half of the time you're never going to watch them grow up to be these beautiful young women ): 

I guess they're like kites. First you hold them up to the wind, and when they're finally caught up in the wind you slowly let them fly, releasing more and more of the string so they can fly higher and higher. They'll fly high and then you'll never see them again. They'll be soaring up high with the clouds and you realise that you'll eventually have to let go of the kite because theres no point of holding on.

I hope little Yayah and Akmal won't soar too high before I get the chance to stay and actually be THERE and watch them soar ;)


VERY VERY old pictures :p :













Now look how we've grown ;) mentally, emotionally and most importantly PHYSICALLY! (we all gained a few thousand pounds :'( )

 

 





Simply put: SUPAHUMANS! Live with it bitchess! :p

 Recent jumpshots:

I hate being sick. All runny-nosed, red and watery-eyed. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww. I could totally understand why Mirul, when offered breakfast I made this morning, replied he was "full".

When he had only woken up a few minutes before I asked him.

Hahaha. I'm not contagiousssssss. At least I think I'm not :(

 

Gotta love the three-way video call!

 You know those days, when you want to cry but can't, and instead you stomp and stomp your feet, you trash your things around in hopes that that will vent off all the anger and sadness, but doesn't? 

This is THE day.

 Took these over the weekend in Loughborough :)





More on my tumblr :)

 

The blue sky backdrop was perfect ;)

 Hello jellybabies,

I haven't been blogging in a shit long of a time. I will not attempt to list down the excuses for this, as I'm sure you  all know why ;)

Summer had me wearing my heart on a sleeve, in a good way. And in the words of Dashboard Confessional:

We watched the season pulled up its own stakes,
catch the last weekend of the last week,
before the gold and glimmer fades away.

Invitation-only grand farewells,
crash the best one of the best one,
clear liquor and cloudy eyed,
too early to say goodnight.

And I so made this, with a picture of the Bruneian sun while I was back hooome;



And some summer-y pictures:



Playdough ice cream we made :3



Yeeeeees, we hold hands when we go shopping, you gotta problem with thatttttttt?:p



I forced my sister to pose for this hahaha.

Oh and a few sneak peeks of my new room:





My love-shaped mosaic masterpiece made out of polaroid shots :D



And move over Cristiano Ronaldo, Bob Marley is talking over my door now ;D

Until next time ;)

 Look what I did yesterday:



I love it.

I suffer from insomnia because of Tumblr :) 

So whats new everybody? I'm taking my babies fishing tomorrow :D like literally fishing, with fishing rods and baits and stuff 

 I am now streaming Charlie the Unicorn's new episode on YouTube. What, I have a thing for unicorns ok. And Charlie. Charlie's a cranky little unicorn. SO CUTE I DIE. 

Anyways, if you haven't seen this video then you haven't lived yet (hahah):


I cried happy tears watching this cos it was just so beautiful :'). Anyways, attachment finishes on Monday. Can't wait!

 

(:

And holyshitmonkeybones, Milla Jovovich is sssssssmokin' hot:








Photos by Matt Jones (:

 I picked up my brother from ugama school today and he was telling me about how the darjah 2 (or 3) boys were being retained at the dewan because one of them threw a shoe on a teacher's car and the car got scratched and all.

The teachers were trying to narrow the boys down to one suspect so one teacher said:

Siapa yang rasa dirinya montel montel atu, berdiri ah.

Cos one of the teachers saw a chubby boy throw the shoe at the car. And my brother being a cute little chubby munckin he is, refused to stand up despite the urge from his friends asking him to stand up. When I asked him why, he said, I'M NOT FAT. I'M JUST AVERAGE.

Hahahaha soo cute. Perasan aniwah.



I could lose a few pounds myself. Very determined to shed some FATSSSSSS off over the fasting month of Ramadhan, insyaAllah. I look disgusting now. Like I wouldn't even wear a bikini out to swim nowadays. I have become unbelievably weight concious now, its sad. Or enlightening. I don't know.

It's goood, it's bad. Depends on how you see it.

On a side note, I have rare rashes in between my........ I think I scratch them subconciously when I'm sleeping. So weird lah, this subconcious thing that we have when we sleep. Like we do something in our sleep, and we're only actually half awake.

And we find weird marks on our body parts the next day. I think that's how people sleep walk.

Or sleep talk, for me. I am a regular sleep talker. It annoys me sometimes, how I can't control myself from talking at night, and at the fact that I am completely vulnerable to the people around me when I'm asleep. What if I blurt out my biggest secret of my lifetime when I'm sleep talking? I would. Die.

I wish Willy Wonka was my bestfriend :'(

 It's raining cats and dogs here over in KB. I was driving from Lumut, and I literally could not see anything on the road. The white lines in the middle of the road became obscure and everytime a car passes me by my vision gets worse and worse. I thought  I was never going to reach home.

Officially THE longest Lumut-KB drive, EVER. 

My irritated brother who was sitting in the passenger seat kept correcting my steering wheel so that I don't drive the car to the middle of the road or off a cliff somewhere. 

And what is the deal with cars with white headlights?!!? THEY REDUCE VISIBILITY BY AT LEAST HALF IN THIS WEATHER OK. The headlights were yellow in the first place for a fucking reason, bastards.

And this is what we did today at my cousin's doa selamat and zikir; turn Haziq's huge ass camera into a bazooka:





And now I am waiting for the rest of the photos taken today to be uploaded to Facebook by Icha and Haziq.

On Friday I was volunteering for the Lufbru Summer Games 2009, for the badminton event held at the Pusat Belia, BSB:




This is my bad ass polo shirt with my name and number on it :p

Okay fin, I'm gna do some chores now. Goodbye babies!

 

 I just realised that I become absurdly creative, with words especially, when I'm in love.

Nadh pointed this out to me today.

I like it when I'm creative. My words flow. You are the lake that my river feeds into (; 
I am the blue in the backdrop of your field of flower. The cold summer breeze that blows your hair and make your eyes want to close.

 So what is the difference between:

This
http://zedzednesss.blogpsot.com

and this
http://zedzednesss.blogspot.com

??

Well one is a blog which belongs to a good friend of mine Mohd Adiazizi, and the other is.... well why don't you go see for yourself, eh?

SO THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE UP TO, EH ZIZI!??!!! Running a secret cult thing eh eh eh?!

HAHAHAHAH!! NAADAWAH ZII. Khiari accidentally mispelled your blog, while we were on our stalking duties today and that's what we got. Jeng jeng jeng. Hahahah

  I am fasting the sunat syaaban fast today and so far:

- My mom made a heavy breakfast of mee hoon goreng. And on other mornings, it's just milo and bread. 

- I received a text from Azree asking me if I wanted him to whip me up with a peanut butter chocolate sandwich. 

OF ALL DAYS!! Why today, why why why. These evil things called temptations keep surfacing up. But I will. never. give. in.

Ciao, bellas.