Little Miss Sunshine

I kind of misplaced the shorts that comes along with the top, so i paired it up with leggings instead. One of the reasons why i ought to get that monokini. Man, i even love how it sounds. MONOkini. 1 piece swimsuit. There would be no reason for me to go searching for a missing piece then, would i? 

But i promised myself a set of Lustre facial products with the extra moolahs papa transferred to me. Everyone around me have been nagging me about the extreme breakouts on my T-zone area. There i go again, whining about my complexion.

That is my very own miss chatterbox niece, Wirdah. She was over at embah's place and since our swimming trip was a spontaneous one, she was lacking of a decent swimsuit. She could barely fit herself into one of Nazurah's swimsuit hence i had no other choice but to clad her in one which belongs to Phat. Because the halter top had bust paddings in it, she looks outrageously hilarious running around the play area with an enhanced cleavage! 

Seri, our photographer of the day. :)

This is pretty amusing picture of Aqil. That is one hell of a shot.

Phat & her jumpshot. 

Nazu baby!

It has been a long day. Goodnight!

I am still

battling over weight issues. But i will be heading to Jurong East for a swim later. & i have yet to get that monokini i have laid my eyes on. 

Your lips like sugarrr.

We should bum at the beach more often.

I drive myself crazy

thinking of you.

Cheh cheh cheh.

So far so good.

Looking all pale, sickly and pimply as usual. My temperature was running high at that point in time too. 

That's us, once again with me feeling a thousand times better minus the sore throat and a rocker voice while Seri was singing The Climb in all her almighty voice. Yes, oh yes. My tresses are long gonnneeeee. Along with the split ends. But baby loves the new hairdo and that is the only thing that matters right now. 

Doll Domination

Guess who's going?

Take me away,

to better days. Where standing on a weighing scale was not a torturous thing to do. Because i start to fear when the needle painstakingly strikes the four-oh. How could it possible that in a matter of a week i managed to lose 3 kg? Then, the only ones left to blame would be the fever, cough, runny nose and sore throat. 

Everything which i consumed for the past couple of days, would be out of my digestive system, via the mouth in a snap of a finger. The same goes for chilled drinks. Even when i thought that perhaps, a bowl of chicken porridge and  a glass of teh tarik could conjure up the impossible, boy was i wrong. You do not have to be imaginative to guess how the outcome was. 

My figure, not that it was stunning to begin with, has been constantly devoured by the virus within me. Now, i am just a stick figurine. All that remains are bones, jutting out from odd places. 

I have heard so much from my friends about how much weight they are trying to shed off by dieting or hitting the gyms regularly, but to no avail. Then they would come up to me and ask what is the secret behind my slim and petite figure.  My tart reply, something along this line "I was born like this." As much as they desire to lose a couple of kilograms, here i am begging for a reverse of liposuction (if there ever was one) to be done on me.

For now, i choose to deal with this handicap day by day. Pills after pills, to find myself falling asleep in a state of drowsiness. Tomorrow marks the 23rd. In a month's time, we would be deliriously happy celebrating our 4 years anniversary. But that will be  another story altogether.

Get well soon, Nilam. 

My grandfather birthday

We came up with the childish bluffs ever.

Before baby came out to play.

Gourmet Beans

is love. 

Happy Mother's Day Part I

Just my mama & me.

Kris Dayanti!

With her husband, Anang.

We even caught glimpses of Rossa (she's gorgeous!) and Melly Goeslaw. 

Well, half of the audience was from Jakarta.

Happy mother's day, mama dearest!

Blings looking sweeet

Siapa bilang gadis melayu tak menawan... 

LOLZ.

Chill pill

My world, my heart, my soul

Trotting along the streets of Orchard Road on a Monday evening, in leggings of a handful inches more than my waist size, with a pair of borrowed booties. (Well, the leggings was not mine either.) T'was my idea of a break amidst all the mugging. Exams officially commences this Friday for me. My last paper would fall on the following Wednesday. Holidays, after!

Daa!

SCHOLL FOR SALE!

It belongs to my mama. She bought it recently during a Scholl warehouse sale, but regretted after. Letting go at $30.

Buh bye!

Girl's day out,

to Joo Chiat Complex.

Now, that is her signature facial expression.

Mama managed to squeeze in a quick pose for me. Poor embah. 

Puteri kacang pi. :))) 

My eyebrows looks strange apart from how massive the acne's on my right cheek is.

I am going to watch Nek Nah with the rest of my family on Astro. By the way, papa did not grant me the opportunity to grieve over the loss of my HTC (last Wednesday), because just 2 nights ago he lovingly got me an E71 before surprising Phat with an E75. On that note, sweet dreams!

P.S.: I MISS YOU, SWEETHEART.