Tag: memories
First
Uno. One. Satu. Yat.
Everything in life has its first. The first time experience something. But then again its subjective to each individual.
The first time to every experience can be beautiful, special, magical, memorable and precious. However it could also be sad, tragic, nerve wrecking and so forth. Its how you see it, I suppose.
Sometimes in life I wish I could erase all those memories of the first.
Take for instance, the first time he spoke to me and we hit off. The first time we went out together and so on. I’m a person who has photographic memory. It can be great and it can be really painful. I recall every moment so vividly like it was only yesterday.
At times, this first moments could avoid you from doing stupid things in life, save you money, save you from a heartache and many more.
Yet, we all need this life lessons to grow up strong and wiser. Take every experience in life as a learning journey.
Don’t give up. Give it a shot. You’d never know what lies ahead of your life path.
Hold on tight. The ride might have its bumps but it’d be worth it. Have faith.
p/s : Cherish every memory in life. Its made you who you are today 
What Are You Looking For?
Find love when you have time, and find time when you already found the one to love.
My Happy Place
A place that I find a lot of comfort in. A place I’d turn to for a break most of the time. A place that brings peace to my mind.
Great culture. Diversity. History. Scrumptious local delicacies.
Penang.
Saying Goodbye to 25
Every year things seems to get better. Maybe it’s just me. But I ain’t complaining.
Things seems to be looking up for me. Alhamdulillah.
It started off with the F1 weekend with Elya, Razwan and my dad. Traffic was madness I tell you. Parking was a bitch too. But for the love of the sport. We braved it all. But SIC should seriously buck up. Service, parking and shuttle was extremely poor. It was then followed up with a home cook dinner. The meal was delicious and I was moved by the gesture.
On the day itself, my awesome team took Hanah and I to Suchan for a lovely lunch. We were surpised with a cake.
Next up was a dinner with the family, sadly none of my siblings were there with us. We have a tradition of celebrating birthdays on the eve of the real day. So my parents and I had dinner together to celebrate my mother and I. It was a pretty decent dinner I must say. We had it at the legendary Jake’s steak house. I got my mum a necklace that she has been eyeing for a while. Dad who got tips from me, bought her the matching earings.
My boys (Elya, Erfan and Razwan) asked me out for dinner on my birthday night. Which I agreed upon. Thinking that it would be an intimate small group get together. However, when I got there I knew they had something up their sleeves. The table was so long. I did not know who they had invited. Nervous I was through out the night waiting for the others to arrive.
One by one they arrived. I had tears in my eyes seing so many of my dearest friends made time for me despite their busy schedule. At one point of the night, I was really quiet. Didn’t utter a word. I was truly overwhelmed.
I’m a lucky girl with wonderful friends. It’s my dearest and nearest that’s important to me.
I feel loved, grateful and overwhelmed all in one go. What more can a girl ask for?
Here’s what happened last year. Thank you and love you guys a lot! You know who you are
Pictures
Was going through my endless tagged photos and albums on Facebook. Brought back a lot of memories. Some good. Some bad.
Despite it all, I must say I’ve had a rather colourful journey. The transitions that I’ve gone through.
I can see the drastic change in weight that I’ve gone through as well. Looking back at it all. I’ve learn who are my true friends. I’ve lost some friends along the way, made new ones too and strengthen the bond that I have with the existing ones.
Not only that, how I used to look back then compared to now. Days in Brisbane when life as a student was a breeze. Now, it’s all about work and constantly squeezing in time for family and friends.
But this year, 2011 I’ve promised myself to not look behind and dwell over my past. To move forward optimistically and enjoy myself!
I will eventually die. So hey, let’s live the life!
I’m Tired of Running
It has gotten to a point where am tired of running. Not running in literal manner. But the fact of putting up a brave front. Trying to survive. It’s tiring.
I can’t keep doing this on my own. I need some support. Back up. Knowing that it’ll all be okay at the end of the day.
Oh sigh. Such is life.
Southbank, Queensland – March 2007
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What does it mean?
I LOVE you?
I MISS you?
I HATE you?
I NEED you?
I LIKE you?
Take a pick. What’s yours?
Mine is more than one of the above.
I Dream of Blue Water
Redang – August 2010
An island getaway soon would be perfect.
Shall we go on one girls?
