layout blog aku ni sejak 2004 tak tuko², so mintak maaf la.. aku malas lg nak layan coding sume.. sabo je la ye.. :P


    ..: stRanGe MoOd :..

    My Unkymood Punkymood (Unkymoods)

    ..: YM :..

    ..: vOte or dead?! :..

    * pls vOte for me!! heh~
    Web Counter

    anGel[s] fLOatinG nOw


    ShoutMix chat widget

    * shOut the heLL Out!!~
    * press the R letter (between Archieve/Help) to refresh~
    * aNy cOmmeNTs bOut dis bLOg is VeRy MuCh AppReciaTeD~

    kamjat  angOh  ludi  apitt  kumprinx  butet  farik  atoibolan  skolblog  yanOt  paichOwan  rere  MRstranger  mamashahmi  abah 

    yasmin ahmad  Raymi 

    Fotopages    Friendster KingsOfChaos    TribalWars

    Tokeikedai    WanitaSiber

    Maybank2U    CIMB Online

    Powered by Blogger

    Wednesday, January 05, 2005

    ..:[ from Kemaman to Johor to Cameron Highlands ]:..




    more...


    cuti sakan. besh sgt. so happy. so free. very precious.

    bi, sori sbb da spoilkan saat² akhir kat sane. so happy to be with ya. love ya. i mean it..

    not enuf words to descrides.. :'(


    haVin'  thiS  FOoLish ThOt  at  1:59 AM

    2 Comments:

    Blogger apitt comment...

    jauhnye hanimun. bestnyer.. hmm, aku report kat mak abah ko.. (jeles)

    2:41 AM, January 09, 2005  
    Blogger ladywada comment...

    ehehhehe.. nnt kite plak pakat sesame kite plak.. ye yanot

    apitt.. ko jgn le cemburu ngan i. btw, nk kate hanimun bukan hanimun sbb lom nikah. jenjalan je laaa.. amik angin, lapangkan minda :)

    10:51 AM, January 09, 2005  

    Post a Comment

    << Home

      the girl in baju kurung
      This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her.. when she smiles.. How many days in the year she woke up with hope. But she only found tears. And I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting. Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes. How many days disapear. You look in the mirror so how do you choose. And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. You never seem to run out of things to say. How many lovers would stay. Just to put up with this shit day after day. How do we wind up this way. Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting. Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose. How do we get there today. If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes.. When she smiles.....

      ..: mY bUTt :..

    •    + goodbye 2004...
    •    + nowaday...
    •    + tsunami melanda...
    •    + bila lindu...
    •    + double roti canai...
    •    + oh madah.. renungilah.....
    •    + my beauty??...
    •    + a sick joke...
    •    + kusut...
    •    + weirdo...