Wednesday, April 29, 2009
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
I was gone but a moment because nine days had seen me flying to Dubai and then Cairo and, no prize for guessing, back to Dubai.
Dubai consisted of partying till I fell sick and Cairo involved staying in the room for two full days. Thank the stars I went all out for my CAIRO trip last year.
I met Aunt Julie in Dubai the next day and it was fun sitting in her big new car cruising around the city. I even get to eat in one of her restaurants. Yum yum.
With a bloated tummy and a wide smile plastered on my face, I know I couldn’t just stop there. Hence,right after I got me dancing away with my fellow colleagues at Zinc and booze was, I can safely say, not absent from my hands. *shakes head in self-disappointment*
Yana came to bunk in in my room after our session and we spent the night till the break of dawn talking girly stuff. Hours after hours of giggling, our new obsession made us do just that. *mentel giggle again*
So you guys can very well imagine how dreadful my days were spent. And now if you’d excuse me, I’m off to sleep yet again. Pictures! 
Met my auntie Julie there.
Leftover pictures.
*grins*
cintafasyalba
Labels: i feel intoxicated.
dear mr & mrs bloggie...
PARTAAAY PARTAAY!
cinta
fasyalba
_____________________________________________________
TAGBOARD
DEAREST......
shameen: Yeah, actually we're blessed to have gotten him. he's lucky his godmother is my sister. she's d best. :)
een: Ah ah its quite hilarious when she told me, eerie lah nevertheless. and oh, fiqri's as cute as ur lil prince. *grins*
my baby: haha... i insist he call me kakak. initially he called me auntie but now he pandai already... everything also "thank you kakak."
eera: yea he is cute, to say the least. pure malay dat boy. good genes.
sexy lin: wah lau u damn drama lah. i didnt even go into details. nasib u sexy if not.... slap ur tits.
ayu: Ya he will! he's charming u noe. den he will give u dat cheeky smile and u will instantly melt. urgh!
ramzah: alhamdulilah so far my flights still good. not affected YET. hah... hows urs?
Labels: i feel sick.
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
As soon he walked into the restaurant, I knew there and then he was the one. I fell in love. He managed to conjure new feelings I never thought I had. This must be love. My different kind of love.
He was shy. Glance my way he dared not. Thank god for your boyish charm, I said softly under my breath. Wait, he looked up. He smiled then he looked down again. Oh boy.
I resumed with my lunch. Suddenly he walked up to me. Was I imagining things or did he just grin at me? Ah, my heart soared with that angelic smile thrown my way.
He then sat beside me. All warmed up, he leaned against me. Making yourself comfortable now, why don’t you, I dare not say it out loud. I did not want to spoil our special moment. I asked his name. He smiled at me cheekily and looked away.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is a true story about how I fell in love with a 7-year old boy and how that few hours made an impact in my life. One, forever.
Weeks back, my sister adopted a kid from her school. An innocent lil child named Fiqri. Owning parents... nevermind.... my sister took him under her care. If we could have it our way, he’d be here staying with us but alas, no papers could separate him from his family just yet. I pray that day would come though.
What I can tell you as much is, he is the cutest and smartest boy I’ve ever met. And he is truly affectionate, to say the least. He would lean against me when we’re seated and as soon as we made a move, he would automatically place his hands in mine. He is damn manja!
Initially as soon as he stepped into the restaurant with my sister, he was really shy towards my family and I. He looked as if he wanted to cry. Then, as soon as he warmed up, no amount of force could stop him. He’s truly one of a kind.
Knowing his background, I knew all I wanted to do at that moment was give him the best. I went crazy buying him tops, shorts and a pair of sandals and slippers. If granted my way, I would’ve bought him more things but my sister told me to take it slow.
We went to Popular, my favorite store still. I guess I got more excited than him as we walked from one row to another. I bought him school necessities and his expression mirrored mine-excitement. For crying out loud, everyday he had to borrow basics from his classmate, for instance, a friggin pencil! I know, my eyes nearly popped out when he told me that.
And because he was afraid of my sister, every now and then he’d timidly look at her to seek permission. There was one time he saw this Ben 10 pencil case he laid his eyes on; he forlornly gave me a look that said ‘I want it but Miss Nurul will scold me’ and knowing my nature, I convinced him I’d talk to my sister about it.
And he got it! notwithstanding the fact that before that, I had already bought him another superhero pencil case together with a big set of colored pencils, which sadly he totally forgot all about them, amidst his exhilaration.
Every single time he saw something he liked, he’d whisper to me and it was a mutual understanding that I would get him whatever he wanted. But then my sister would sternly tell him off and he would just keep quiet. He is sucha good boy.
A 7-year old boy will tend to misbehave so whenever he tried to be naughty, I would pretend to complain to my sister so that she would do the dirty job. I just don’t know how to scold him.
This coming from a woman who dislikes kids, you gotta give me credit. Though I must say I still don’t like em. Fiqri’s just one of a kind. He is the sweetest thing.
Oh my, I could really go on and on but I’m sure you guys would be bored by now. So here are some pictures of my pretty boy. Yum Yum.
Fiqri took this. Teheee....
My newfound love.
cintafasyalbaLabels: i feel happy
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Karma does its work in obvious ways. I’m sure that’s the beauty of it. Finally I can gloat and mock one such person who used to think she’s better than me when it comes to matters of the dark-literally.
See, I’m afraid of the dark. When I am alone at home, all the lights are switched on; which of course on some days I even have the television in each bedroom to have its volume full blast. Overseas, my hotel rooms fail to doom 'in' gloom. They are lit with every working bulb, God bless Thomas Edison for his wonderful invention. Just so you know my prayers can be heard from all the four walls. I’m sure you guys can very well imagine this. I am a scared lil kitten. Purrr.
Being afraid of the dark also makes me afraid to sleep alone at home. Despite having a room of my own, decorated and all, I choose to share a bed with Sister, and God knows when she is away, I sleep in between Father and Mother in their master bedroom. Their loud protests fall on deaf ears because you simply do not ignore a damsel in distress, you just don’t, if you take my meaning. In any fashion, a night light is a must and mind, we’re not talking bout the small one, but one that illuminates the whole room. The brighter the better-the safer. Anyone second that?
Anyway I digress….. So all this while, Sister has been a bitch and nags at me for wasting electricity. To the devil, she doesn’t care about my fear of darkness. (When she wants to be evil), if I happen to be asleep in the wee hours of the night, she will switch off all the lights. And knowing my small bladder, at three in the morning I will wake up (to pee) with darkness greeting me eerily. Gawd it is ssssscccaaarrrryyyyy, to say the least.
Now that’s about to change. *evil laughs*
Last Thursday, she had herself her first close encounter with the woman-in-white. (Note: Da Ghost. Eeks!)
She was out with her friends when she heard a feminine sweet laughter that had left chills down her spine. That was her first indeed. Poor thing. Hah. When she got into the car, her friend reassured her that Ehem did not follow them. But! she wish. Apparently, when they got home her lovely friend told her Ehem was behind the car all along, tagging them from behind. Now aint that a sight to behold.
True to her character, my sister cowers like a cowardy custard now, putting mine to shame. Who's the twit who is shamefully wasting the electricity these past few days??You can say her new anxiety is the perfect antidote for my faint heart. It’s a good distraction, just what the doctor ordered. Ha ha sisterrrr.
Karma’s a bitch. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?
*smirks*
cinta
fasyalba
Labels: i feel brave.
"I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed..."
Dare I dream again?
Labels: i feel emo.
dear mr & mrs bloggie...Happy. Cousins. Cuz Nur. Cuz Serena. Cuz Ctea. Cuz Kat. Zouk.Rum. Pineapple Vodka. Fags. Mambo. R&B. Danced. O bar. Spize. Fried Kway Teow. Tipsy. Home.
Labels: i feel happy.
Met my auntie Julie there.
Yeah, we had the battle of the sex dance. Awesome!
I was there. Where were you then?
Fiqri took this. Teheee....
