.home sweet home.

happy holiday to myself!!!

and before i go any further...happy father's day. Al-fatihah to my late ayah.


okay, here goes my entry.

i'm in muar, finally. my dear wa send me to pudu (thank you titus, cant thank you enough for helping me carrying the bag and walk me there) and had a lovely day out to some old places.

mom fetched me up, she looked really glad and happy to see me walking to the car. Listened to her stories the whole night, how her flower blooms and i wasnt there to capture it, gossiping and watched footie.

went out with ira, who (surprise, surprise) happened to be in muar as well. my best friend of twelve years is selling her old car and trade it with a new one. its sad really, seeing c-coupe girl sad (i imagine the white kancil to shed a tear leaving ira) and so we drove around in c-coupe for the last time, feeling sad and blue.

followed muhkriz to buy a new car. (damn why in the world would everyone buy a new car this weekend?) i cant even afford to buy a new handphone! he booked a black vios, a nice choice, i think. just as long as he is happy. will miss his black 'cool bebeh cool' kenari too.

ah, only ped is surviving. like me.

this is my plan, a brief one, for my holiday *ehem*

1- read more books
2-polish writing skills
3-compile all photos as a portfolio
4-pick up a new skill, thinking of playing the guitar
5-spend more time with my family and close friends
6-snap more and more photos
7-work!
8-see any opportunity to 'sell' myself as a photographer

i miss my dad. seeing my nieces and nephews wishing my brothers 'happy father's day" makes me...ah i shoulnt be. its a special day for all the fathers in the world.

Hj Zakaria, my dad, was a very funny and loving ayah. though, am not quite as close to him as i am to mak but still ayah loves me dearly. we have lots of sweet memories together, and being the only baby in the family, he pour all his attention to me, making sure that i have the most beautiful childhood i could have and of course making sure i have all the good education and secure future he could provide.

There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.

Ayah was more laidback compared to agressive mak but these combination has resulted a loving and caring family. Cant even think of a day where ayah say bad things to us or even mak. He is always nice and polite and adorable. Adorable ayah. He didnt smoke and yeah both my brothers dont smoke too. He's a good role model for us. He always love mak, dearly, until his last breath when mak was by his side. He used to tease her and still held her hands even when they get older, mak always said like "hish awak ni" and laughed. *teary eyes*

Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee.

happy father's day again.


Living my life pathetically happy.
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