I wanted a perfect ending... Now, I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.
-Gilda Radner

so that's the quote for today..meaningful...

skipping that part..
yesterday went hari raya-ing at my cousins house from about 2pm to about 12am...so damn tired but it was fun..it turn out into something that i have never expected...as usual i realise that ever year the first house that we will go to is our grandparents house followed by cik amah,pak long,pak busu and finally my house..hehes:)it had been like that since...i don't lnow many years...got a lot of catching up to do..talk a lot...lot of stories to be told,secrets to share,relationships,gossips..the usual girl stuff...

at pak long's house there was abg faizal girlfriend..she looks thinner than at the pictures i saw at both her and abg faizal account..sweet and pretty...

as usual pak busu house was the ultimate bomb and the most fun...everybody will be like having their own group..me,soleha,kak anis and aisyah will be in aisyah's room.farhana and my sis will be farhana's room.my lil' bro and sis will be with husna at the playroom whatever they call them,fathers and mothers will be watching tv...the most quite of all will have to be our fathers..they eat a lot,watch tv a lot and keep quite most of the time..all the mothers will be chit chatting either in the living room or kitchen...

lastly,erm..will continue nxt time,,errands to run..hehes:)

♥her mr
♥you are my secret lover