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Syikin Kassim. Very much in ♥ with Faizal Alwai. Sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus, or train, or even, on the bike. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your criticism is not welcomed. Thank you.

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11:36 PM
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I am currently waiting for Faizal to come over and bring me to go supper. I had my last meal at 2pm just now. Tahan tk mkn sebab nk carik a reason to spend time with boyfriend. Perangai ini anak.

A message for Ira Sazalee: Am glad to bump into you at banquet the other day. I bet that was your first ban mian ever since fasting month. Hehe. Love you! <3

A message for Syila Malik: Fancy to bump into you at TTSH, yes, your workplace my dear. But, am glad i managed to hug you ever since the last time. Terubat rinduuu, (:

A message for Raudah Yusoff: Bila agaknya kita kan bertemu?

I'd better go get ready. I'll update, soon? Take care babies.

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1:18 AM
Saturday, September 18, 2010
time for a change.

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9:19 PM
Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I know this is very very late. But at least I update. Yes ira hazirah <3? equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8">Im supposed to study by the way, but look at what im doing instead. Here, blogging.

The happenings during Ramadhan were hmm pretty not much. Besides working, I managed to find time to iftar with BabyG. I is very mean. I dragged her to go karaoke with me, despite knowing she’s not well. Alahhh, that time accident, muke mcm Princess Fiona pun tetap nk karaoke jugak apaaa, kan b? Hehehe.

Next, iftar with ex-secondary school mates. You girls might not know Abu. He was our class monitor back in secondary five. And he was the one who organised this year’s iftar. And guess what, besides picking on a weird Monday to iftar, he decided not to turn up, because of parents wedding anniversary. Aku tktau nk marah ke nk ketawe.

Then it was ayah’s operation on sixth of September. Yeah, I know initially I told you that he didn’t want to go for either surgery or chemotherapy. But after discussing with the doctor, he decides to go for the surgery. Alhamdulillah, after the surgery, he’s much better now.

Then, it was my last minute going geylang with boyfriend! Okay, I know im not excited for Raya because of ayah’s condition but I admit that I actually am because this is the first time im celebrating Raya with Faizal. We went to get our last minute Baju Raya and I got one for myself, while he got two. Pfft. I guess we’ll be going again on malam Raya, cause he’s yet to get his samping and im determined to get another one for myself. (((:

I hope to meet you girls before my attachment. Party on the 15th babies? I know it’s kinda early because it’s only the sixth day of Raya but that’s the only ladies night I have before I start my attachment on the 20th.

And I hope, what happened previously doesnt have to happen again. BabyG, please tell your girls to behave. I just wanna have some fun, its not as if I go there religiously every Wednesday, unlike them. I don’t need them to spoil my night, like how they did, especially you-know-who. Fancy getting drunk, bringing up the past, making people hates me yet again, who’s being childish and not yet move on. Oh cmon, its fucking two months, not as if its two years, bitch.