B.E.S.T F.R.I.E.N.D

How often do you find best friend like us? Best friends who knows each other's bra size, who holds a stick of meatballs while shopping, who reads each other's diary. Best friends who laugh at one another's nose before going to bed, memorizes each other house number and share the same childhood memory. Late night talking about boys, manic screams on achieving straight A's, the Christmas baking classes we attended making chocolate truffles.

Things changes over years, like how our slippers has grown from size 4 to size 6, or how the Hello Kitty posters has been long replaced with THE dashing Hollywood guy celebrity. But I never felt the warmth of her presence changed a bit since we were that two little girls in pigtails and cupped fuzzy short hair . :)

It's a lovely morning.

Good morning girls and boys! :)

School holidays has been going on for almost a month. It does feel good to wake up early to catch the warm friendly sunshine, and the silence before the world around you wakes up. I really like mornings like these. Only the spinning of the fan above me, Shyuki curling up like a lazy old dog next to my long stretched legs, occasional noises from upstairs. The rare golden moments before my brothers come racing down the stairs in their pyjamas and tuning on the TV to the piercing cartoon voices of Disney Phineas and Ferb or the classic Sponge Bob Square Pants.

Sixth.

Dear God, I really would like to stop wandering around and for once be sure of what I'm doing.

Wouldn't want to be anyone else.

Has life been treating me right for the past 6 months?
Why of course (:

I've been at the top of the soaring blue sky; been down to earth. But isn't that what life is? Living everyday with the unexpected incidents to be unfolded.

2011 has been such a mind-blowing year for me. Learning to lead a cell, taking small steps to lift up a long-drowned CF or simply to understand how to be there for the sobbing midnight caller over the phone. I made in Blue House Cheer, pass as a SubangRally committee, got a D for Chemistry, stepped out of the small world of Asia. I laughed, I cried.

Barely I have time to stop and think about things like this. But tonight is an exception.

Where is it?

It feels so good to love and to be loved,
but there's always a shadow from those days which makes me want to run away from all this.

Cherish love

Treasure what you have.

Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grief,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is Eternity.

I am expensive.

See dad! ipod's useful :)

I've always started off my holidays by telling myself how much I am about to do. Till more than a month of after PMR holidays, I am still who I am. Warming my ass on the sofa with my every loyal handphone and new Itouch which applications are so fascinating still. Not to mention, my retardedly slow fingers are beginning to hit higher scores on my TapTap these days. :)

I haven't got a chance to read my VacationReading (a reading material given by school) yet. I didn't visit the book store either, just unintentionally read an old book on my bookshelf the other day.

But you know what I've been doing alot lately? SHOPPPINNGGGG. It's such a girl thing. I come home with at least one shopping bag each time. I seldom shop so irrationally, but lately I think I've gone mad myself. At first I felt abit uneasy but I think I'm getting to enjoy the bliss of it all now. Shopping with my mom and her credit card is like magic. And Accessorize is my new favourite shop.

Don't stare at me, I'll stop my obsession for shopping soon.
It's just a holiday thing.

Bounty Hunter

My dad took a four o'clock flight to Kedah yesterday, leaving me with a goodbye hug before he left. He travels so frequent these days, almost every fortnight.

Like usual, Carlwen, Joshua and I will fight for a place on the bed to squeeze in with my mom. Fortunately, I won last night. :) We watched BountyHunter till 3 and had ourselves snuggled in a huge blanket while my mom slept soundly on the other end of the bed.