annibirthsary

my favourite gift to date. an album full of us.

we turned 1. *throws confetti*

bride envy

yet another male cousin claimed his prize in the form of a beautiful bride. a result of makcik-makcik-tanya-”anak awak dah kawin ke belum?” and in one fell swoop attempted a match between their eligible offsprings.

well done, makciks, for this success story.

*makeup, outfit & deco by fatimah mohsin

oh, what i would give to be a glowing bride again. sigh.

thai-ed up

tis really has been a month of the minah mukaposters.

what can i say, it’s an addiction, this camera-whoring/orgy.

and sawatdeekaaa! we’re off to the land of, erm, tiger shows and patpong dancers in ohh… sixteen hours or so.

khob khun, daddy, for footing the trip. chatuchak and mah boon krong, here we come….

turning two seven

i’m seventeen at heart. really.

ok, maybe seven. spot the tinkly tiara and futterfly wand, and a James Bond-ish notepad and pen disguised as a compact powder and lipstick. purrfect.

tick. tick. tick. tick. hundred percent marks? hurhur.

hearts to a bunch of girls (oo-er, and two guys) who made me almost tear in bliss with their surprise bash. *muaks*

green day

the 77clan (minus 1) on our last leg of the raya race.

i think we had enough of fizzy drinks and stripy cakes, thank you.

idle nite

why were we biting our nails?

the reason starts with ‘T’ and ends with ‘K’, two syllables.

and no, it’s not ToniK. or TraffiK.