the hue of the evening sky was entralling.
the sand feltwarm and soft under their bare feet.
the breeze blew her fair from her face, tugged at her wrap-around skirt.

he took her hand as they strolled down the beach.
he loved to hear her chatter.




deeply mesmerised how her sunkissed skin glowed, tinted golden brown.
the way her eyes sparkled and shone while she talked.
the smile that caught his eye the first time they met.
and the alluring scent of her salvatore ferragamo.

she loved the way he looked deep into her eyes.
swooned at his casual surfer boy look, his clearly defined hot bod.
the dimple deeply chiselled into his right cheek.
and the smell of his after-shave cologne and a hint of hugo boss.




it poured heavily.
that took them by surprise.
they were drenched, she could see water droplets dripping from his long lashes.
he pulled her close, held her tight.
he saw her cheeks flush red, her shy smile.




and the world revolved around them.






im still feeling all warm and tingly inside.
and i wont be able to sleep.

she is the reason for the word cool.
national floorball player, in tee and shorts, crumpler slung across her shoulder.
and she's all pretty with a blouse, skirt and makeup on.
she's hit the stride.






its a wonder how much difference can another 1.2 megapix make pictures turn out to be.
thats why i love mine tremendously.







finally.
the scorpion stings.
the score,
her - 1 him - 0

its been 2 nights in a row that i got home past 2am.
friday night was out with dear.
got home after work to change and got him to pick me up.
saturday night was at the guy's place.



i flopped onto the sofa immediately when i got back.
and thats not good.



weddings are always lovely social gatherings.
especially when you dont have to help out at all.
and yes, i was wearing my havaianas.
so selekeh, i know.

syahir's orange idol showing his moves.

love the kompang beats.

cik rizal and cik salsa.

so pink, i know. and its the headless huha'k behind.

groupie.

zonked.

she's a real sweetie.

so the five of us ended up chilling at the nearby mart.
i got them waffles from prima deli.
and i bet rizam never had 4 girls in his room, yet alone on his bed.



got home.
i was so tired of goodness-dont-know-what-i-did, i zonked out right after i changed into my tank top and drawstring pants.
woke up hours later to find the rest having dinner.
and the girl is sleeping over for these 3 days.



he said he was hooked to my dancing.
come on then baby.
lets drop it like its hot.

he's being such a sweetheart by offering to give me a wake up call and send me to school.
even on those days when he has lessons in the morning.
im hoping that i can save my $100/month transport fee then.
guess its jeans or pants for me everyday.



the monthly allowance that im giving him, on top of his own, seems not to be enough.
while witing for the waffles, he was asking about part-time jobs.
then on msn:
fernando torres: kak?
syaz.: yeah?
fernando torres: can i like work for you?
syaz.: but i'll be giving you and your sis allowance for this month. that'll be extra.
fernando torres: but its not enough, i need more.
syaz.: if we were on holiday, there's plenty i can ask you to do, like carry my luggage. now i cant think of any odd jobs.
fernando torres: i'll do anything.
now, i have to think of something.


the last time, i simply glared at him.
he called me up and tried to be nice to make up for what he did.
i knew he was scared of me.
but the man didnt learn his lesson.
i guess i didnt make it crystal clear.
that night he went too far.
if i could have a go at him, i would.
this time it would be much harder to pacify me.
she's served you well and tolerated you enough all the years through, she doesnt deserve it.
its a high time you treated her like a queen.
and yeah, i'll always defend her.
hope you have no problem with that.

it was a record breaking night/day.
and at this moment..
he had to start it, yet again.
im up for another record breaker, dear.



i finally found out the wonders of eye drops.
and it constitutes of merely 13.0% of distilled witch hazel.



got through the entire day of school.
and closing at work.
*snaps fingers* just like that.
but nas warned me.
the lagging period will come days after. =/



goodness..
it is not even a week when i bought them off the shelves that night we went to IMM.
but im still longing for the cheesecakes from secret recipe.
baked and new york.

yeah, i slept in till this late.
and my system is still lagging.
my hair is tousled.
and i am still in my new balance tee and pants, which i wore to sleep.
and my tummy is growling.

went out of house in the evening yesterday, and the scene at my house was exactly the same as my neighbours'. every single family member was in front of the box watching the ndp. haha! anyway..
while i was wishing that i could be at marina bay to watch the fireworks display, i was scheduled for work that night. thanks to the double pay incentive, im not gonna grumble. fir was down as well, so it was not that bad. jihan changed the schedule as there is going to be another part-timer! omg. he is so going to reduce our working hours.. =/

time just flew as we worked, talked and laughed at those huha'k customers. haha!! fir has been saying that he couldnt understand why is it always me that he felt so easy to talk to, and i take it as a real compliment. i mean, its coming from some cool bad boy.. and then, he asked me why i was all glowing and my eyes were bright and shining that night. at that point of time, something inside me just switched on. i realised that i had never felt so blissfully happy with my life. the feeling was.. purely jubilant. and it showed on my face.

he asked me out for dinner at woodlands al-ameen after work. all the time laughing at me, unable to believe that i never rode with a guy on his bike, other than my father. and i am pretty sure kak yana's scooter ride at port dickson didnt count. the worse was that he got himself in an accident just 2 weeks ago! he tore the sleeves of his jacket, scrapped his skin and his bike was badly scratched. =/ i felt so guilty when i questioned his riding ability, as though i didnt trust him. but, then again, i was bloody scared! all the while we were working, he was making bike sounds, to tease me. omg. then.. i could feel my heart thudding really loudly as we stepped into the lift to the multi-storey carpark all the way to his kawasaki baby.

i finally saw where he cashed his money into. it was a beautiful bike, with silver finish. but both its sides were badly scratched. (yeah, now i understand why you said "heart pain") fortunately, it didnt have a freaking ugly box attached behind. fir couldnt agree less with me. put the helmet on, got onto the bike with some help from him and then he rode off. omg. it was freaking scary, especially when we were going down the multi-storey carpark. i felt so uncomfortable, i was grabbing his jacket.. i felt so pathetic. i could hear and feel him laughing at me in front. omg. it was so humilating and maluating. then at a red light, he lifted his visor, guided my hands to hold on to the engine instead, and kept my legs tight. it was much more comfortable, it felt much better, and i felt much safer. hahaha!! i asked him why he had to keep roaring the engine, he said it was to heat it up. and he was a great rider, going at a mere 60km/h, didnt really weave in and out of the traffic. fir told me that he could feel me shaking behind. omg.

we were so surprised to see al-ameen so crowded!! got a table, ordered food and drinks and tucked in. and our conversation flowed, i could not believe i were to have that kind of conversation with anyone else. after dinner and his 2 cigarettes, (borrowing lighter from the guys next to our table), we headed off. this time i felt sure of myself. it was pretty cool and awesome, he went near a 100km/h. then at a red light, we met with some other rider. i could see that he was egging fir to race. even when he had turned at the corner, he was still looking at us.

my first ride.

got home past midnight. i felt like cinderella. =) (except for the glass slipper and cellphone) the parents and little ones were watching troy. nana was marking the sheets. thanks alot honey!! i owe you one, okay?
purely euphoric.

right now, i think im going to fry myself some home-made pancakes and savour them with whipped cream corn butter and canada-made maple syrup. want some, anyone?

*// thanks fir, for the picture of your ride.

2004 M1 touch nationals - yio chu kang stadium

2005 M1 touch nationals - CCAB
told you we're crazy.

tuesday
love this week alot. =)
i rushed down immediately after school to meet up with the craziest, but loveliest bunch.
the fare made me $8 poorer.
dinner was at the blue tables of al-azhar's eating house, along bukit timah road.
the others had been waiting for quite sometime and the serving guys were beginning to get pissed off.
loads of catching up, talk and laughter over plates of food and mugs of drinks.
bumped into steven, jihan and lily who were cool and real friendly.
so, it was 11pm when i got home.
and i had to face the sink loaded with dishes. =/

went out again at 12.20am.
nana was busy online with her guy, so i didnt bother asking her along.
some loser biker mat came up with a damn corny pick up line, i guess the words 'get lost' was shown all over my face.
anyway, i love the anticipation of seeing dollars banking in.
got myself iced mocha and ferreroche for the girl.
it was 1am by the time i reached home.
i still couldnt sleep, stayed up to watch A Cinderella Story.

love everything about that movie.
especially austin ames (chad michael murray).
drool-worthy.

wednesday
it has been soo long since i cooked dinner for the family.
and tonight it was the all-time favourite corn beef and soup.
re-reading harry potter and the deathly hallows.
i hope i wouldnt cry like i did the first time.
he has been sleeping on me for three nights in a row.
he must be really tired, but im getting quite pissed off.

right now, i feel my tummy growling.
im really hungry. =/

some people are damn bitchy.
and some can be so bloody kpo.
just fucking get out of my life.
fuck off.
i hope you got it crystal clear.

anyway, tonight was really great. =)

beautiful.

it is beautiful.
thanks alot for everything, without having to try.

just when my july was going brilliantly well,
you had to spoil it tonight.
as always.

met up with the babe at the usual luncheon.
she looks the same, but i love her just the way she is. =)
helped her out with some grocery shopping.
cant believe that she's into baking now?!
anyway, i was impressed by the interior design of the mega ntuc fairprice.
clean lines. pure whiteness.

headed to her place next, lugging the grocery bags with us.
her place was mouth dropping awesome!
lush greenery, pure blue pool.
that's only the exterior..
stepping into the three storey condominium pent house situated at bukit timah was..
i couldnt even get any words out of my mouth, i could only manage "my goodness!"
the coolest was of course the roof top.
complete with jacuzzi.

woah rage.
thanks for insisting on it.
i loved every bit.