he is so much sweeter than he already is.





i think the sole pretext is because
im really unwell.


major cheesecake points.











i bought for his riders and himself durian puffs.

now.
see who is the sweeter one?

really classic.
very beautiful.




listen to your heart - roxette

i know there's something in
the wake of your smile.
i get a notion from the look
in your eyes, yea.
you've built a love but
that love falls apart.
your little piece of heaven
turns too dark.

listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
i don't know where you're going
and i don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

sometimes you wonder if this
fight is worthwhile.
the precious moments are all
lost in the tide, yea.
they're swept away and
nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
i don't know where you're going
and i don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

and there are voices
that want to be heard.
so much to mention
but you can't find the words.
the scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.

listen to your heart
take a listen
when he's calling for you.
listen to your heart
take a listen
there's nothing else you can do.
i don't know where you're going
and i don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before..

listen to your heart
take a listen
when he's calling for you.
listen to your heart
take a listen
there's nothing else you can do.
i don't know where you're going
and i don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before..

you tell him goodbye.









and i love it.

my dearest firdaus,

happy twenty-first,
my dear fir
you deserve all the joy, happiness and love
the world should provide.

for being right there when i was at my lowest
for making me believe again that i was beautiful inside out
for listening without ever complaining
for making the hours at guardian less weary
for my very first bike ride on your kawasaki baby
for diminishing completely my stereotype on the typical mat reps
for believing in the strength i never thought i had
for sharing and opening up to me.

and so much more..

thanks alot.
i could have never done it
without you.

for many more years to come
i wish you the very best
cause you really deserve it.

for the really wonderful person you are.
and the best lefty i have ever known.


love, me.

champions.

the west zone takraw championships ended on friday.
securing the guys a spot in the finals.
the exhilaration of victory
left the boys crying
and the girls amused.

the team guarded the ball like it was their lives.
reading each other's minds.
backflipping to send the ball over.
cheering one another on.

not once did they falter.

immediately after the game point, with yati.

the team line-up.

team cheer.

syazana' current squeeze - irwan putra.

i knew exactly how they felt.










he wanted to surprise me.
but i guess he waited too long.

iz: hey im waiting outside your school.
syaz: really?!did you ride here?
cause my sis did relief teaching here today.
im supposed to go home with her.
iz: you think i cannot take public transport just because i have a bike?
kalau you pakai baju kurung macam maner?..

guess who was the one excited to see him?
yeah, syazana.
she waved to him from far
with that grin on her face.
"he is so nice to me."
thanks to the frequent free mcdonalds meals he gave her,
i think.

he followed us around the pasar malam.
not even complaining abit
when nana took an exceptionally long time
to choose her earstuds.

dinner that night was on me.











we have been miscommunicating.
its really draining.

i have never seen so many stars shining
in singapore,
yet alone at the park.
beautiful.
he said he would bring me to a place
where the night sky is even lovelier.


i dont think anything beats the night sky at ubin.
a wish for every shooting star
and as i told rage 6 years ago,
my wishes,
they came true.











two straight days
watching the guys play sepak takraw.
the epitome of 11 and 12 year old coolness.

the ball went over the net to their court
in that split second,
he did a back flip and sent the ball over.

got all of us whisltling and cheering
his team mates banging the cooler with their empty bottles
to the typical beat.











more sepak takraw for the entire week.
maybe i'll teach them to use
the super huge pre-emptied black bins
and drum them,
the JJ way.

woo.