beautiful queen of my heart

and i love her so much.
and chocolate indulgence.
and her funny remarks when she gets angry.

happy birthday mama.

national break up day

what a funny, stupid day.

my list of break up songs for today :
since you've been gone - kelly clarkson
my happy ending - avril lavigne
i dont want you back - eamon
go kill yourself and die alone - jt

hello eurotrip.

at twenty four carats, i passed the age that everyone hates - 23 years young. from blink 182.
24 is a lucky number from 24-7. from 24, kiefer sutherland.





heart breaking seoul - to london, paris - brussel - amsterdam - swiss (bern, lucern and zurich) - czech (prague) germany (nuremberg, berlin, frankfurt and munich) (broke my heart into pieces) - budapest (got robbed) - went home. i lost my journal and pictures from eurotrip. 

enchanting tale of love and wisdom

halen beatrix potter, was an english children book illustrator and writer that was born in kensington on july 28th, 1866. her first book, the tale of peter rabbit was published in 1902 when she was 36 years old in a world of chauvinism and feudal.

her living world of imagination created some wisdom in creativity and loving senses.

but reality often hurts deeper. the love of her life, norman warne died just before their wedding and later on during her golden age, she was mistakenly grumpy demeanor lady for her witless, silly action by local children who read her books.

why is the world so evil?

chelsea with daddy

oh.. i love this man so badly.

every shoe has its story

dear daisy,
because i am not imelda marcos or carrie bradshaw, i can never have a manolo blahnik or jimmy choo's in my closet that filled with sneakers and sport shoes. the price of these adorable foot corsets alone could kill me. as an engineer, i always have to be on the go in classy, sassy and energetic outfit which means no two-inches-killing-my-neck-type of shoes but as an engineering student, a pair of adi-dassler worn out shoes will do.
every shoe tells a story of different people that speaks of status, gender, ethnicity, religion, profession and politics (look at the world's best known shoe collector - the former first lady of philippines by accident of marrying, mr. marcos once said "i did not have three thousand pairs of shoes, i had one thousand and sixty." in 1987)

shoes are theater. they turn you into someone else. if you are in high heels, you're in pain, and you're going to make someone pay for it. natacha marro - a maker of custom fetish boots in london.

in a pair of filthy, woven strings old school type of shoes i can never be a dominatrix lady to ignite men's sensual behavior. in two and half inches, the derrier juts back and the leg elongates, making the anatomy more sleek and attractive. engineered toe cleavage and heave arches. a pimp and procurer for queer eyes.


it is cinderella's glass slipper that caught the prince's ardor. not her feet.

p.s i need someone to pay for my manolo blahnik.

dance.love.sing.live.

dance as though no one is watching you.
love as though you never been hurt before.
sing as though no one can hear you
live as though heaven is on earth

engineer takes seoul and the city

listening to: nelly furtado's premiscous girl.
wishlist: manolo blahnik and jimmy choo's - two and half inches
fendi's sleek cut and cutting edge design
amazing fourty seven with killer curves and heart attacking feature
current book : surprisingly not V.O.G.U.E

dear daisy,
i'm a technology freak-einstein, a self determined for quantum theories and nano technologies and use-less in gizmo, hi-wire hot notch gadgets except for personal computer. i'm a geek behind thick glasses who know nothing about computer and decided to put computer literate as a requirement for dating. or maybe marrying.

i may not function well without any internet connection eventhough i am so much traditional person with handwriting stuff and watercolor painting. internet is a medium for interconnection with people around the world. without internet, i am alone.

it has been a week or two since my screen turned blue. i spent my time watching american next top model season five, oprah, sex and the city, friends, entertainment channel, nottinghill (one time), love actually (million times), bridget jones as well as staying up late for manchester united matches.

well, internet is not reality. the life in cyberspace is not as authentic and frustrating as in the real world. in real world, "punch me and i'll bleed"
i'm starting to love poking my nose and goofing around central perk cafe a.k.a hyu starbucks with friends for gossiping, book reading and meeting.

maybe, pc is not my thing but t.v is ruining me. thanks to carrie bradshaw.

and also books by sophie kinsella too.

one way love of my life

featuring esther.

macam video batch 45 pulak.

still on top, better than edgar

whinning hours of the dawn when manchester united managed to maintain draw with kota bharu f.c. i'm writing my disappointment and complaint from very unprofessional pointblank view of mine which never accurate to cause non M.U fans hemorrage till death.

no complaint when we still reign at the peak beating chelsea.
i was sedated with caffein, stuffed with nasi goreng. i screwed up my new year's resolution to be at magnificent 47kgs. ohho.. prior to a.c vs inter aweful first half and awesome second half repeat broadcast, i read something nice from kelvin and hobbes - the lazy sunday that is to stay thin is to menacing around food. imagine monster.
a creative way to eat less and exercise more.

gosh, i love being lazy and holiday.
theme song : cute without E from taking back sunday.

the last five days of year 06

the pursuit of happyness

my babah's selipar jepun, old car and lorry.
dear daisy,
today is not only a brand new day, but a brand new year lucky number 07. i woke up this morning feeling the same everyday, mystifying 06. somehow starting from that moment, the authentic life began, no more wonderland or happiness like in neverland ranch. i remember babah sang once a verse from cat stevens's world fame, "ooo baby, baby, it's a wild world" in a comical gesture that he always had, he shrugged my shoulder and said, kakak will do just fine.

i'm entering my sixth year and i'm no-fine. i miss a lot of things. i'm really no fine, abah.

i love this quote from a song father and son.
look at me, i'm old but i'm happy.