Siti Nurul Ain.
A writer; a once upon a time dream.
A teacher; a searching love. A walking blank paper.

while waiting for the pics of haiqal's birthday party to be uploaded, lets do some recounting..

there was the WINKS club, and then the violent syahidah and suhastri stepping on each other balloon(really! not in that obscene way!). and also, the me-pushing-but-still-holding-on-to-putra.. hahas. oh! of course! the last "course" of the day... the madeup stories of "whatever happened to that neighbour?".

siowsiowsiow.

im full.

*sighs contently*