SUMMERRRRRR

Yes! Summer please!!!!!!!

I know I know winter has just checked in but Im already been anticipating SUMMER!!

Oh summer Im in love!

Bored and annoyed

There is a fine line between joking and annoying. A lot of which many had failed to distinguish between the two. I have to admit that I too am struggling to find the balance of the two.

Ah well we cant be all that nice to people. I have recently slashed a few of my friends for being so irritating and annoying. One of them which deleted me from her fb. Ahah well I guess I deserve it, slashing people on fb is literally humiliating them publicly. Well in my defense they should have not annoy me publicly if they want a fair treatment.

Sometimes I think people forgot the fact that I am just a girl with feelings. Well to be honest I couldnt be bothered if they are just some random friend or some people that makes no difference in my life. But sometimes I felt like I have been forgotten and neglected by some people that I want to be pampered by. Like some specific people who just simply forgot the fact that girls like sweet thang and I am a girl and sweet is my thing. Damn you sweet go away let me just be a hardstone hearted person I guess that will make the whole thing a lot easier.

Yup birthday is coming and to be honest I dont give a damn about this whole birthday thing anymore. In fact I have forgotten how I celebrated my birthday this last couple of years (forgotten means sucks!). So yeah shut up birthday lets just skip the date and get on by with 'life' as we know it. No honestly I dont wish anything for my birthday because that one damn thing that I really do wish is just out of anyone's budget.

Booo you and you and you stupid date! Just leave me alone already!!

Here or there

Raya is approaching. Meaning I will have exactly a week to pack my stuff and head back to London. To be honest, I dont know what to feel. I am a bit indifferent I suppose. I mean I love it here, I have everything that I need here. But I just cant see how could I cope with life in KL where literally everything is expensive. EVERYTHING.

Ah well. I guess that's the challenge. MJJAJ had been working for a year now (yeayy and applaud) but says he could hardly save because of the high standard of living in KL. Even with his basic that is higher than the normal fresh grad level, he finds it hard to put even a little amount aside. And the fact that he is into IG Index does not help either. Hellowww darling, time to stop yea? ;)

I could not help comparing the living costs in KL and London. People might say that London is expensive to live in but hmm let me tell you the truth, I honestly think living in London is cheaper than living in KL. Put the luxury shopping bits aside, if I am to compare the price of a chicken between these two cities, London still wins. A rooster costs me £2.50 here but a whopping RM10. And no please dont convert the money. This is dollar to dollar comparison and what I am trying to say is, if I earn £1k here I could buy more chicken (and household needs) than if I am to earn RM1k in KL.

Tapi bak kata pepatah, Hujan batu di negeri sendiri, Hujan emas di negeri orang. Lebih baik negeri sendiri. Yes ada betulnya. Banyak betulnya.

Ah well let the time decide. As for now I would say I want to stay. But I can never foresee what the future has to offer so yes, I will keep my option open. Apa apa pun, Malaysia tetap tanah tumpah darahku.

Ramadhan is coming to an end. When I was little I used to dread the end of Ramadhan (although the feeling was a bit mixed up for the excitement of raya). When I was small I used to imagine all sorts of ghosts in the night time and that was why I rarely sleep in my bed at night. I will normally pretend to sleep while watching TV so that I could sleep with my brothers who normally sleep in front of the TV. But this routine change whenever Ramadhan came because I sincerely believe that the ghosts/satans were locked up in the hellfire. I became so brave to the extend I could even wake up at night for a loo without having to switch on the light. Innocent mind ayy, we kids believe what ever we were told. Those days :)

Hmm this Ramadhan had been an eventful Ramadhan. And I am proud of myself for not giving in to the tests and bumps along the way. Ahaa thats too much of self angkat bakul but yeah I have my reasons why I said that. I had been buruh kasar for the past few weeks at the stable working on the horsies dung and riding them in the morning and yet still have all the energies to work later in the day. Yes I am a super woman. Haha

And for the first time this Ramadhan, I went to buy baju raya with mjjaj and synchronized our color scheme. But hmm lets see, same color but different hue. Haha its okay then. He said it was his first baju Raya since the past 4 years because (well spare last year for the hand me down baju raya) but he had been wearing the same old baju raya that he brought to London for the past 4 years. Konon2 save budget. I have to admit I find guy's definition of saving is weird. Hmm

And oh no!! Ramadhan is coming to an end but I have not been to the bazaar Ramadhan yet!!!! Haihh. Well I cant go tomorrow because I am working. Looks like Thursday will be it and I really hope there will still be hawkers selling delicious food at the pasar. Fingers crossed!!

Selamat Hari Raya semua dan Maaf Zahir Batin. :))

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It seems like grown ups lepak is a bit different than how we used to lepak when we were in college. Time constraints, commitments and other responsibilities add up to limit the lepak duration whenever we actually do get the chance to meet up. Ah well. Everyone's grown up / growing up in every sense and yeah now I understand the meaning of quality time with your girlfriends.

I guess I am lucky enough to be busy catching up with the few girlfriends that I still keep in touch with. And I am thankful for knowing that these little lots are always going to be around and will always stay the same no matter how long we have not seen each other. Bliss.

I was seeing my girlfriends for berbuka last Monday and we talked about commitment. And yeah about love. And it seems like all of us are sort of looking at 2011 to end our single life. Haha and we even fought over the nice dates to get hitched and who will have to wait to give way to who. Haha hilarious but yeah I guess we are also feeling the pressure of the happily hitched couples around us. Peer pressure not needed here...!! ;P

And we also talked about the statuses in Facebook. And how vain some people can be, updating their every moves, every moods, every activities complete with thousands of pictures flooding on Facebook, and yet, are constantly paranoid with busy bodies / stalkers. And how we could tell when someone is in a relationship with some other friend that you know in Facebook and how we pity some others who went from 'in relationship' into singlehood. And how these two parties fought publicly on each others' walls on Facebook. No stalking needed, whether you like it or not, it will be on the news feed. Haha drama!!

Well, I know it is always nice to be sharing what we are doing with our friends. But I guess there is a fine line between sharing and sharing too much. Between cool and vain. Between happening and poyo(as my friend said it :P ). Well I hope we will never cross that fine line because vain is so high school. Hello, grow up please..?!!

We paused and asked each other, did any of us girls changed the relationship status in Facebook? Well you see, my guy had been pestering me to change my status but I see that is soo unnecessary because that is a proclamation. And I cant be announcing something that is not even formal (family-wise and religion-wise). Apart from having a busy-body bigger family, (which sometimes suffocates me with their questions) I think some things are better kept to oneself, myself (..yourselves..?).

So yeah, none of us changed our status. I guess it is a sign of maturity. I am not saying we wont change at all. Yes we will. But no hanky panky couple status, we will change to 'married' once we are one day. One fine day. InsyaAllah :)

After chatting for a few good hours, it was time to head home. Yes it was short but these little gatherings are meaningful. They are supplements in our life. In my life. And I treasure these moments more than I used to. Yes its true, loves come and go but friendship remains. :)

A little confession ;)

Hey hoo. Okay I know its the last day before the holy month begins, but I just have a confession to make.

Call me psycho because I do call myself psycho at times but heck I am just standing firm for what I believe is mine. Okay the story begins.

I was not fated to be loved. Yada yada yada yadaaa.......

Okay cut the story short, I had to kiss a few frogs before I truly found my prince. And yet when I have him, well of course there isnt anything as happily ever after ending, but as much as we could we try to make it as smooth sailing as possible.

You know how in any movies, there has to be the bad ugly monsters. Yes, there is a pest in our story. And let me officially grant the pest a name; Ogla.

Well you see, Ogla is not really a bad person but the drama that Ogla is playing is in itself mean. Haha okay I dont know if I get the term right there but Ogla can be considered as an evil unwanted family member. Yes! Just like Snow White's mom, so pretty and ever so darling to the blind eyes but only the households know how evil she could be.

Well that is an exaggeration but that is exactly how I felt towards Olga. Although Ogla has got nothing to do with me but indirectly Ogla is really annoying in Ogla's own unique ways.

So I am trying to outsmart Ogla by chasing Ogla away from our story. In my own ways I think my work is proving a bit success but I hope this will stop soon and we can go on continue to fight other monsters. Haha see. Call me psycho but heck yea I dont mind. :P

Well no ending yet to this story. Because I have to sort of pause my mission to shoosh Ogla away because of Ramadhan. Well I really hope my mission will work after the pause.

Or hmm. Maybe Ramadhan will bring a light to me and makes me view things in a different perspectives. Maybe Ramadhan will makes me see Ogla as a cute teddy instead of a big fat green monsters.

Happy Ramadhan everyone! May we all be blessed with this holy month.

Barclays vs Natwest

Greedy haha but yeap, Im banked with them two. I have been with Natwest for two years now and for a year with Barclays.

Well so far I think I prefer Barclays over Natwest.

Reasons why I think Barclays is a much better bank than Natwest;

Natwest's overdraft charge : 38pounds!!!

Barclays' overdraft charge : 8pounds

Natwest charge me if there is insufficient funds for direct debit transfer between my accounts as overdraft!

Barclays never charge me if there is insufficient fund for direct debit transfers between my accounts.

And plus many other (I am too lazy to list them down here). So if you are thinking to open a bank account in the UK, I definitely recommend Barclays for the benefits you will get (even from the normal current account) and for the superb customer service.

Barclays is the best. And that is why they can afford to sponsor the Premier League.

anxiously restless

Final is over. For real. its over. Assessment was held a couple of weeks back and now I cant tell how anxious I am waiting for the result.

Idora had been laughing at me since the day I managed to rest. Because I was restless. Waking up to nothing seems weird. I have always been waking up to work and work and work and now I dont have to do anything. It feels strange. And weird. And in its own way makes me restless.

How can I not be restless? I have nothing to do now that its done. But I cant stop thinking should I be starting to do more work IF (God forbid) I got referred to September. I dont know. I cant tell and Michele is not telling either.

And so I had been sleeping a lot of the time. Until I get all sorts of headache, backache and all the unhealthy syndromes of NOT DOING ANYTHING.

Well, I did do quite a few things to be fair. I did went out with my friends. Had a good(if not, greaat) time karaoke-ing (and simply cant wait for more karaoke sessions back home), picnicing, barbequing, rock climbing (hell Im good at this!), shopping (I wonder how much is the balance on my credit card.urghh) and basically lepaking with my fellow mates.

No pictures. Sorry peeps. Pictorial feeds are rare simply because I dont always carry a camera phone with me. Oh well spare the crappy camera phone. Mobile upload is the way to go!

Okay this seems dry. I hope I have better things to write but honestly, I dont. Huuu..

Till then. :)

old flame new flings

I used to write letters when I was in school. YES. To one person I admired so much, FER.

In the good old days, cell phone was a luxury. Not everyone could afford one. What more a school girl like me. Other than the classic telephone and mIRC chatrooms, the only other way to flirt and convey your feelings were through love letters.

When I was in my form 2, I had been receiving 'regards' or 'kirim salam' from a senior I have never met and known. I have never fancied this secret admirer thingy because I thought it was lame and cheesy (thanks for being friend with milla who was a rocker back in school :) but this one particular person have always made my heart pounds. Although, for the entire school year, I have never knew who he was.

I was a loud girl back in school. And being loud does come with shortages. When you are loud you are prone to getting others to dislike you. And in high school, they call these loud or extra loud girls as gedik. Well, I was not extra loud but I guess I qualified to be branded as gedik.

My class was on the 4th floor next to the form 3 class. And you have to pass through this senior class to get to my class. I had a guy friend (Jambu) in the 3 Jujur class who often came to me asking for numbers and details of the junior girls in my batch. And in return (as I always thought) he said one person in his class asked him to send me his regards. I never really buy this as I thought he Jambu was just trying to please me so I would help him more often.

But ah well I was a school girl anyways. Although I never buy the person's name or what so ever, his regards always made my day. Even though I knew Jambu would have most probably came up with the name, time made me vulnerable to the feelings alike and I started to believe there was actually one person in their class names ****.

School girls like to go to the toilet although we never really used the toilet. And that includes me. One morning while I was climbing up the stairs to my class, I saw my clic of girl friends making their way to the toilet. I rushed to my class, put my school bag and rushed out from the back door to join the morning gossip session with my girlfriends in the toilet.

And that was the first time I saw him. I was rushing out my back door and he was only making his way into his front door class. And we collided. I saw him moved aside but I could not be bothered until I saw his name tag. FER. I made my way but I stopped at his back door and looked back, he was looking from the inside and smiled. And I had butterflies. That was the first contact I had with him after months of hearing his name. And I thought, oh after all, this guy DOES EXIST! I never really paid attention to the gossips that morning. I had that picture of us bumping into each other and the few second contact kept playing in my head, over, and over, and over again.

Ever since that, I tend to behave better whenever I passed his class; no more running, no more shouting. I walked anxiously and sometimes, I could feel as though there is a pair of eyes watching me from the inside. I never looked in as I used to because I was afraid I would be shy if I saw him.

Whenever I made the turn to my class passing his class, Jambu and friends were always loitering around at their back door whistling at girls passing by. If I used to greet Jambu and he would ask me names and details of the other juniors, there was a time when it was me they were whistling at. Everytime I passed by his class, they will call his name out loud and said 'heyy ****, look who's passing by here' and whistled. I didnt know how to react. At all. I suppose I liked him too. :)

But that was it. Until they were done with PMR and our class had to be removed to another class (which means we were no longer their next door :( , I clinged on to his picture in my head of the only contact we had. I knew I liked him too but he never made his moves so I guess I was not really his type. We did bumped in mIRC but he never really say hi to me. It was awkward. And weird. My nickname was antu^girl and his was budak^hantu. What a coincidence!

I had never heard from him ever since. The school year had come to an end and the seniors were done with their PMR. We were done with our final year exams and we came to school to have fun and participate in activities held by the school. I dont know how it is now but there was a culture of writing autographs and contact informations in small autographs books at every year end and I was walking around getting the seniors in form 5 (yes, I was close to some of the form 5's too) to fill my book.

I was sitting with my girlfriends in my class when I saw Jambu and friends walking down the stairs from the distance. I rushed out the classroom and shouted aloud and ran to him with my autograph book. I asked him and his friends to write in it as kenang-kenangan. And I told him, please ask **** to write too.

On the afternoon of 181199, I was in class when Mon (one of my girl friends) came and said somebody wants to see me. I went out to the stairs and I saw **** with a friend of his waiting for me. He handed over the book to me and said something which I could not hear properly because I was too busy blushing and hiding behind Mon. I said thank you to him and we exchanged smile. I went back to class and read his page where he gave his number and wrote (please call, its urgent). I was moved with this and I gave him a call later in the afternoon and we started talking ever since frequently on the telephone. He said there was nothing urgent, just wanting to get to know me more urgently. :)

He passed his PMR with flying colour. He's got 8 A's and was granted a place in MRSM Jasin and that was when we started to write love letters. He would call me everytime he came home and made me happy with his stories. Yes everytime. Except for one time, one last weekend that he came home without calling me.

Mon had became very close to him. Some times I envied Mon but he said he was close to Mon because she was my best friend and he was comfortable with her. But I was jealous and I quarrelled with Mon because of him.

The last weekend he came home I went to KLIA to send baba abroad. My phone at home was not working so I called Mon to apologise. 29th October 2000. I called her to say I am so sorry and I hope to see her the next day to sit for our first PMR paper. But she said Adah be calm for what I am about to tell you. **** had passed away in an accident today. I was crushed. I hope she lied. I wanted to asked more but my line had been cut off.

The next day I went to school crying. Every one thought I was afraid of PMR but Mon and my girlfriends knew why and they consoled me. My BM paper was literally wet because I cried all the way while writing the paper. The invigilators repeatedly warned me not to wet the papers so they could be marked. But they didnt know what was happening and I kept on crying and crying and crying and I could not stop until the 3rd day.

I never went to the tahlil nor his funeral. I was too vulnerable. But until today, whenever I have the time to, I will stop by at his cemetery. Make some prayers and wet the soil with some waters. I went there with Milla most of the times. We will stop at his plot first, then to Milla's dearly departed cousin next.

His smiles have never left the wall in my head. And I had not stopped from writing love letters to him. I would tell him everything that excites me and hoped I will someday get some replies. I never did, of course. And as time passes by, I hated myself for forgetting how he sounded like and how his voiced had soothes my ears all this time. And without fail, sparked butterflies and brought smiles to me. I was really really crushed.

Today I was browsing through facebook and saw some old class photos. I thought I was familiar with that face and I guessed it right. It was him and it sparked butterflies in me. Again. Still does. :)

I never knew whether he really liked me or not. He dedicated roses and all the cheesy things to me but never made it clear. A friend of mine said he referred me as his girlfriend. And I cried frantically questioning why do I have to know only when he's gone? But Allah loves him more and the fate had been written.

I have loved a few and get over them. I even get cosy with a friend because he has a soothing voice similar to ****'s. I gave him hope and crushed him because I realized the more I get to know him, the more I realize he is different from ****. Faissal, if by any chance you ever read this piece, I am truly sorry and this is the reason why.

Yes, I have loved a few and get over them. But I have never managed to get over ****. Sometimes I wonder, if he is still alive, will we ever be together? Or will I still be adoring him? Or was everything just a joke in the very first place? Wallahua'lam.

One thing for sure, he had truly gave me an experience every girls ought to have. I could even safely say here, he was my first puppy love. He was and will always be my secret admirer.

May you rest in peace, my dear FER. Al- Fatihah.

break :)

At the start of my easter break, i bought a wii and i have been wii-ing ever since. I could tell my arms are fit now that those exercises have toned my arm muscles. And I'm only on my 3rd day of the break. Now tell me how am I suppose to finish my assignments and email Michele the plan he asked when all I have in mind is wii-ing all day long.

My oh my its the end of March now. How time flies. And how I have struggled my way through to where I am now. I have difficulties with design and many many time I woke up with an intense love/hate feeling for architecture. \the newer iconic ones turn me off. Where have all the richness gone to?

Last month I arranged cupcakes delivery for Mr Jefriman to be on the 15th March. We could the most plan but He has his own plans and Jeff was posted to Sarawak for almost two weeks. So I had to arrange a flower delivery to his hotel and the cupcakes had to be delivered on Sunday instead. He had a nice surprise and i love him. And so does he. Even more!

Jeff was talking to me about work and how he has a vision to bring change to the nation. And he talked about joining politics. Err honey, I very much hope you're only joking. Politics are bull. Especially in Malaysia. I don't mean to interrupt with your dreams but I guess I have the right to say no, please don't. I love you too much to see you astray.

I could not care less if people doesn't know me. I admire those who are actively involved with clubs/societies. It's not that I am a snob for not joining the activities but I just don't have the time to. And most of the time I just don't feel like. I am not a people person so I find it a struggle to meet new faces and fake a smile to be in my best behaviour. I am sorry I am not friendly but hey, this is me.

That was why I was so cool when my laptop crashed. Of course, I freaked out because my works are all in the laptop and to the thought of living without it. But after a week I get the hang of living without laptop. I was cut off from the virtual world but its okay, it has no impact on me. And so I lived for almost two months without laptop. I did most of my models and hand drawing in the studio and if I need to use a computer, there is always the computer lab. Problem? What problem? :)

Baba bought me a new Dell Studio with cool specs. Thank you baba I love you so much! And so here I am typing with my new Dell. I have been using this laptop to do most of my assignments. The last assignment I handed in was professional studies review of a building. I wrote a review for Challis Damansara, the project I was working on when I was with AMB. And to no surprise, I had baba and mama to prove read my piece. And so they did within a very limited time. It came back as a very nice piece and I do hope I get good mark for it.

Baba and mama are going for umrah this coming April the 10th. Ema and Naya are tagging along. I wanted to ask them to pray for my success. In this world and the here after. So I could get it through this year with good grade. So I could pass next year with even better grade. And so I could marry this guy that I like to live with for the rest of my life. Nope, I am not ready yet but I hope by next year I will be ready. Insya Allah.

I have a paper due in April. On the 14th to be exact. Oh well it is just a 5000 words piece of writing. But I kept telling myself if I want to get baba and mama to prove read it for me, I have to finish it atleast by the 8th. Which is about 10 days away. I think I have ample of time to write it. Oh well lets hope I think right. Because with this attitude of waking up late and sleeping early and playing wii all day, I would bet on myself I will not finish it on time.

Wii oh wii. Why are you so seductive and addictive?

Come on raudah! Get your bum moving!

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I thought of writing my assignment tonight but I went astray to blogging instead.

Ah well. Maybe tomorrow. For now, I just want to sleep.

I know. Its only half ten. But heck I dont have this chance everyday.

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I am well tucked in. Night people!

hello mellow yellow :)

Long silence i know :)

hello hello! guess guess... I am now online using my new Studio 15 Laptop by Dell! Yeayy (wave :D :D)

Ever since Ive got this laptop this afternoon (yes, I rushed home from uni to make myself available for the home delivery :D :D), I have been trying to get the hang of it.. well, not that its difficult to work with, but u know lah..jakon!!!

Oklah better get back to work. I have a portfolio review tomorrow. (Sigh I cant wait for this to be over -.-''

concluding 2009

i know i have promised to conclude so much of the year 2009. geeez. dont think i have time. hehe. but its okay i'l give you some pictorial feed of the year. (read:pictorial feed. very rare!)

JANUARY

okay this is not 2009 but it was our winter holiday at Bath.i just want to upload this pic :)

new year parade at London

oh wanchik is in town!

n i get to stay at one of the Park Lane hotels..weehoo :)

moment of the month:

jeff kept taking my snaps. i dont know already how to pose n i thought to myself, omg jeff u tengah buat i malu niiii....*blush*


FEBRUARY

hana's first day here

herman the landlord, hana the tenant and jeff the estate agent

14th february...the night where i got a flower delivery on my door late night :D

yeayyyyy london is snowing..we played in the snow and made a little snow man sbb sangat sejuk..anyways the upper picture is the picture of my front yard n the lower one is the picture of my back yard...ffrrreeeeeezing cold

moment of the month:

ayah playing in the snow!sooo cute!!

MARCH

celebrating kak nana's graduation :D

kak nana was here for her graduation and ap was here for holiday!

i get the chance to visit paris n barcelona!

school sweethearts..our first girl is getting maried!

the newly weds

aww my bestest friend is married.sedih but happy.love her so much!

jumpe munshi after mara interview having a cup of cendol.i miss hanging out with munshi :)

moment of the month:
before going back to london.atleast now i know she's got a hubby to turn to :)


APRIL

sun starts coming out.we went out for a picnic :)
visitors from malaysia and dining with frens :)

jason mraz concert!ive always dreamt of watching jason mraz with my boyfren.this year,it came true!love abang mraz n abang jef!

moment of the month:

encik mrazz performing on stage.im so happyy that we got to watch him in london because i heard in kl it was very crowded!

MAY

opah wanted to visit so she made a plan with mama n baba :)
so we went touring and this is baba's uni in loughborough
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moment of the month:

mama n baba at the rose garden, regents park <3>

JUNE

nur and nour..arent they sweet!
sun is out..lets sunbathe!
MJ passed away..tributes from fans
the day out with cuzzie and boyfie..we went to watch Transformers and both cousin n boyfren drooling over Megan Fox as if i was not there!lol

moment of the month:
my chef cooking sambal with goggle sbb mata pedih..aint he cute?


JULY

weekend getaway to Edinburgh
fishing and camping at Perth and BBQ at Edin National Park :)

i was summoned to go back and attend BTN.but it turned out to be fun!

moment of the month:en jefriman sabar fixing the rod..and he looks so cute aww i love this guy!!

AUGUST

bbq and introducing mjjaj to my beloved closest ones :)
one wedding that i managed to attend while im in kl
we played in a league and Veritas won 1st place!!i was the goalie!!

the bestest who will always be there :)

moment of the month:
was really glad my besties love him!n i love him even more!!!

SEPTEMBER

rayaaa!!!!
last outing with the girls...

moment of the month:

snapped by nurin :)

OCTOBER

jadi buruh kasar as part of my project..:P

jeff's family came for holiday so took them to see the London Eye and Big Benjefriman's graduation :)

moment of the month:
noww i cant wait to graduate like this guy and go back to Malaysia.to my family and to him :)

NOVEMBER

birthday celebration and bonfire night with my group :)
Venice
Bologna with my Unit :)
Milan with my Unite :)

moment of the month:
'modular man' pose by Le Corbusier

DECEMBER

its christmas sale!!!
Poksu, Moksu n Khalid in London!
Eurostar got upgraded to first class!!
Bella la konon
Daniela's birthday party

i wish these kids are mine!they look like angels awww

moment of the month:

our picture with the christmas tree..what a happy holiday! :D

yeah pictures managed to say so much more.
what an eventful year!

good bye 2009, hellooo 2010