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Every day before I sign in to my blog, the ideas of what to write is like an evening rain, full like the water inside the Putrajaya's lake, but when I started to press the keyboard, everything's gone leaving my fingers dancing empty...hey ideas! where did all of you go? 

Just like today..leaving me all alone at this 16th level, tapping the alphabets, where the rain and strong wind beating this building like they hate it so much.  I was alone here..looking at the blurry window, all I can see is the non-stop dropping water from above.  The sky is crying I guess..  

Alhamdulillah..I still have a chance to see all this.  I'm glad for this life and whatever is on the way, it's part of Allah plan.  Either I'm dead or alive, the journey will never stop, we are the servant, He is the Master...

Wordless Wednesday

My own Laksa!

I don't care what makcik said about me hahaha..all I know is that I'm proud of myself!  If Mak is around I would call her and tell her that I can make laksa by me, myself and I!!  I'm so sad, Mak couldn't be a judge to rate my laksa.  I'm glad the taste is just like I want it to be.  The feeling is like you just graduated from college hahaha..feel free to stare at the pic hahaha... I'm happy!!

Wordless Wednesday..

Tea Party!

Mr Daddy 's long-lost-friend-36 years ago is eagerly want to meet him.  So, here I am organising a Tea Party for the long-lost-friend-36 years hahaha.  Kinda like it..preparing for the Tea Party.  hhhmmmmm...thinking when is next...

Tearing up my heart!!!

So Wordless............................................

It's nearly a month..

Time is clocking so fast, it's nearly a month I didn't see her, listen to her voice everytime she answer the call, listening to her preeches, smelling the nice ever gulai whenever the Eimans go back kampung.  I remember Eiman Danial is crying out loud last week asking for Tokna's gulai...he's hugging me and cried out loud..I miss Tokna's gulai...my tears is pouring like a rain.. I'm praying so that the memory of Tokna's gulai will be in his mind forever.  Every day  the kids will say they miss Tokna, Tokna always sit here, wathcing the small tv at the kitchen, Tokna like this, Tokna like that..

Everything is about you, Mak.  We miss you all the time.. We can't stop talking about you just like those days..  Al-Fatihah.