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Sunday, May 03, 2009

..:[ Adya Shuhada ]:..

sori la semua yg duk tunggu aku update blog. now i got 2 princesses critically need my attention, spending my time updating really need me to sacrifice some of my precious time.. huhu.. sori yek.. :)

so today, let me introduce to you my 2nd litle pricess, Adya Shuhada bt Mohd Shahrim.. she's now 5months already. da beso da pon anak ibu sayang. da pandai meniarap. da pandai gelak tawa. da kenal ibu and da x nak kat stranger.. :)

adya umo kurang 1jam lepas bersalin.. masuk bilik nenek terus amik gambar..

adya dalam pantang, muke da berubah skit.. ni baru 2hari..

1st smile captured.. i'm so proud!! :)

60hari.. cukur kepala & aqiqah..

70hari.. cukur botak licin.. sayangnye nak cukur rambut lembut adya..

jeng jeng jengggg.... bojeng!

adya 3bln+.. it's time to go home.. it's been 6months already we left our home.. tata nenek, tata aki!

ni baru few pictures.. nnt aku update skit citer 6bln lepas.. huhu..

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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 :..