::Your Two
Cents Worth::
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::WANTS::
*charm bracelet
*new stock of make up essentials
*creative travelsound speakers*
*a pair of nice shoes
*a nice leather bag
*more clothes? cant get enough of them rite?
"hmm..dats all i can think of now..but do check regularly for updates" wahaha
::other worlds::
MY multiply
Aza's multiply
Syiks' multiply
Olynn's multiply
Afdlin Shauki
Azlan
Dinah
Dearie
Asnur
Adlina
Hasni
EddyHana
Hannah
Marina
makin menjadi gerls
Nonzahriyah
Nura
::memory lane::
*makin menjadi gerls fotopages*
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This pic is of coz, courtesy of our dear ain, who's ever creative (not!) in picking out our colourful photoshop-inspired tudungs. Who in the world would wear such striking tudung colours eh? Sungguh tak glamour! Lucky she's smart (again not!) enough to match the colours with 'our sleeves' :-)
Our cutesy pjs
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We sure had a great time at the PJ party. The theme for that night was Mambo Italiano. No, we weren't celebrating Italy's victory for clinching the title of the world cup champion. Though the match only took place the following day. Rather Non's mum prepared us pizza and pasta, enough to keep our hunger away through the night. That's not the only reason for our chosen theme. Kisha, Non and I had planned a scam. Ain called it the Italian Job. I like that. Make us sound like some professional scammers, if that word exixsts.
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The following is in Ain's own words. Her real expression about what happen that night in words:
"So we slept..Or so I thought.Suddenly, I felt something cold in my ear. "Lagi banyak Non! Lagi banyak!"Yes. The Scam. The betrayal. The bluff. And everything in between.
Aku kene sabo lah siol.Merepekkan korang. Pagi-pagi buta tak ader keje lain. Bukan nak solat sunnah. Boleh spray whipped cream halal kat orang. Nasib baik halal.But yeah, it was refreshing. The sensation of cold whipped cream sprayed hard on my cheeks, in my ears, head, hair..where else ah..Anyway, it added oil to my already minyak bertakong face.Thanks eh for the Royals cake.And the "champagne". Jangan cakap cherry, pop champagne pon tak pernah. Dapat jugak pop champagne *cough* white grape juice *cough* *cough*"
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Allow me to add, all the sabo-ing aka scam took place at 5.37am. I never heard of people getting sabo-ed at such weird hours. Maybe only weird people get sabo-ed at that time..haha Anw happy 22nd belated bday to u Ain!
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The sand. the sun and the sea. That's our next agenda following the PJ party. We headed to Pasir Ris Park to hang out. Picked a shady spot, snapped some pics and off we went skinny dipping. Actually nolah, crazy ah wanna skinny dip in spore. We just rolled up our pants till our knees, and let the sea water stroke our legs (sounds a bit wrong, but you know what i mean la eh). The beach was rather clean that day. So, selera sikit ah nak main air. Anw girls, it was a splendid idea having a PJ party and just to have one another's company. Furthermore Non came back from Melbourne for a short holiday. An encore? Here's to more sleepovers! :-)
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Up next, the kenduri which was held at my grandma's place. It was more like an all-in-one doa selamat kind of thing. But the main intention was to mark the end of my university education.
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Most of the cousins were present, so that was fun meeting up after a long time. Lots of food and the cake was yummy! Again, it was from the Royals. Here's a look at it..
*mango and choc truffle delight*
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The day I waited since young finally came. 10th July 2006 was my graduation ceremony. I still remember my kindergarten days where I wore a graduation gown and holding a fake certificate for the photo-taking session. At that time, I never thought I would get to wear such gown sixteen years later. The feeling is surreal. But then again, all that comes with a lot of hard work. I wasn't born smart and only went to neighbourhood schools. Thus, im proud to say that I really worked my way up to get to where I am today. Of course, I cant do all that by myself. Credits should also go to the important people in my life.
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To my parents for their prayers, in hoping that I'll achieve the best I can in life. Also to my other family members. To my elder bro, thanks for being a great person that you are. Forever layan-ing my crap..haha. To all my teachers cum lecturers cum tutors who played a part in my education journey. Not forgetting, dear friends for their continuous moral support and all those de-stressing moments. And also to dearie, who has always been my pillar of strength and support eversince we crossed each other's paths. I could'nt have done it w/o you people. From the bottom of my heart: Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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