Lovefool

A photo worth a thousand word. 

Well, let the photo talks.

Don't get it?

Have a look at the top right side of the blog properly. 

Too Much Heaven

Recently, so many things has caught my mind and cluttered everything. 

And thankfully, I feel better now thanks to some helpful people - mak, and a few significant beings. 

Unfortunately, cough isn't much going away. If its physical I would have definitely beaten it up. I'm hungry, its Friday and I have 2 exams on Monday. 8.45am-10.45am and 8.15pm-10.15pm.

Pfft.

Chiquitita

I'm not feeling happy

neither do I feel sad. 

But I don't feel good either, anyway..

for the past few weeks I laugh out loud at around 2am when I'm with my friends because I get sugar high. 

But not this morning.

Cough much?

Sigh.

Perhaps I've been seeing depressing visuals or hearing stuff. 

I know. Unorthodox. Un-Azhan.

The Name of The Game

Universal McCann

McCann Erickson

Ogilvy & Mather

Saatchi & Saatchi

Leo Burnett

OMG. 

I want to work at these places.

Sick of It All

I have sore throat and feel a little too much of fatigue lately. And I don't like being sick because when I get sick I really, really get sick. 

I used to like to read company prospectus randomly but ever since recently, I do not know how to read and analyze them so now I don't like it anymore. 

I want to get well soon. 

I must get well soon.

I will get well soon.

Time Bomb

Meh. 

No time to do anything now. 

Bleh.

When You're Good To Mama

I must name them all.

Hayam Helmi.

Barbara Alsharif.

Shirley Bennett.

and above all, Wan Badariah.

The mothers who have done so much in my life, regardless of their geographic origins and of which all of them cook the  best homemade food; from Falafel to Cinnamon Roll to Chocolate Stuff to Curry Crab.

I love them all everyday and will never forget them ever.

Happy Mothers Day!

Kristina She Doesn't Know I Exist

I hate those questions on Facebook about how well do you know your friends. I feel awful not knowing the answers. It makes me feel that I don't know my friends well enough. Its horrible that you can have over 600 friends, and 88 friend requests, and 20 friend suggestions but you don't know the particular person well enough. It might not be very significant, but they whom made those questions might questions the values of the friendship we have. 

Now, knowing that Facebook is no longer for friends; its all about networking; tell me something- what should I do, what should I know my friends? 

Do I know you who read this page, and do I know you well enough?

Play The Game

I do not play soccer or even bother to watch ant match most of the time. However, world cup was exceptional because of the fun with friends I had previously. At this moment, I am at the cafeteria rather a distance from the television. And there was several GOAL! moments ago. As I paused from writing this, I was showing a friend of mine several photos back from Egypt as he would be doing presentation of Islamic Architecture tomorrow. 

this building was funded by several governments around the world. 

I started to miss it. 

Nevertheless, I am sleepy now but I find the need to write on about something as I have been rather hiatus on this space of expression. Three more weeks to final exam and I have realized how much I have not learned, and wonder what is there to study then. I am glad however, that I don't have much things to worry as most tasks and errands have successfully been completed. The only problem is that I fear I might have forgotten something important to do, like for example after being home over the weekend; which obviously most daily rituals activities are ignored for the sake of enjoying the time at home, I have forgotten to complete 2 different assignments due on Tuesday. 

Thankfully, everything is under control. I just need to find something productive to do or feel just blank for the next few days. I'm very excited about the trip to the Embassy this Thursday, though but a long weekend ahead since work resumes then. Yup, fundraising for my life is challenging no matter how much I try to save for a living.  

The anorexic bank account is now bulimic you see. The more I feed, the more it vomits. 

This City Is Contagious

Choo choo.. vroom vroom.. choo coo...

I'm arriving in Sentral at 6am.  Anyone care for breakfast?

Homecoming

I'm home, again. Total surprise for my parents.

And I want to work on this thing one day.