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Sunday, February 20, 2005

..:[ Muhamad Idris Iskandar ]:..

last weekend, went to umi's house to visit kak mona. her baby is so cute! rase nak nangis je tgk comei sangat.. eheheh. his name is Muhamad Idris Iskandar. he's only 6 days by the time i went there. so fragile, so soft, so small, smelled so nice, and touched my soul.. damn...

keje dia tido aje.. hehehe. tu muke berkerut² xtau la mimpi ape.. [more pics]

comei la 'anak sedara' maksu.. heheh

4 Comments:

reredeny comment...: ooohh...how sweet....
i wonder if i get one someday; 1:31 AM, February 21, 2005
ladywada comment...: hye the shadow
yeah i wish i could have one too
keh keh keh; 9:39 AM, February 21, 2005
Empty Dead Soul comment...: Ape barang have one... Have a lot la... Baru rock... Hahaha...; 4:21 PM, February 21, 2005
ladywada comment...: huih.. uhuk uhuk (tersedak)

org org?? ramai nye.... =P~

me bukan wish nak anak sorang laaa.. me wish iskandar jd anak sedara me yg bebetul aje.. hihi; 2:48 PM, February 22, 2005

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.....

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