My LifeJournal: Muhd Nabil

Love.

It must be love.

When he makes my day.
When he makes me smile.
When he held my hand
When it hurts me when he cries.
When he makes me cry.

He's my cousin's son.
Four this year.
Out of the many nephews and nieces,
I'm really attached to him.

And today, he almost make me cry.

So he finally started going to Nursery.
The first week went well.
His funny antics and behaviour.
His hyperactive, enthusiastic self.
Screaming "Airport" and "AIA" instead of SIA.

But this week, it was different.
He refused to go to school.
He cried so much.

He was scared when he looked at me.
And he kept saying,
"Nak sekolah rumah Nani"

So i took him to a corner,
Cradled him in my arms and asked what's wrong.
"Teacher suruh sit down"
And he looked so frightened when he said that.
The teacher must be a monster.

He was dead afraid and kept refusing to go to school.
His mom tried to pacify him.
But he just went,
"Tak nak pergi sekolah"
And tears started to collect.
And his nose and eyes turned red.
And his voice trembled.
And he kept repeating the same thing.
He was so afraid.

And i almost cried.

His dad was trying to be sterned, trying to discipline him by "ignoring" him.
He left him at the door.

So i went to him,
Cradled him again.
I could feel that he felt abandoned.
He kissed my cheeks,
like as if he was grateful i was the only one there.

He was looking for some attention.
He asked his dad to help him with his shoes.
When he knows very well how to put them on.
But his dad refused.

And i could see he was trying to be brave.
Brave and strong.
So he put on himself.
And wanted his mom to hold his hands.

I know Nabil.
He's a friendly chap.
A brave and smart one.

But something must have happened.
And it really hurt me, seeing him so scared.
Cowering behind someone.
That had never happen, until today.



And yes, i love him so much.
It hurts.

My LifeJournal: Farewell at Sakura

Yummie.

The Mussels Family.


T H E P E O P L E W H O M A D E I T R I G H T

Yaya and shasha Nurr

Sasha who's going UQ and Li Keng.

My advisor, my colleague, my friend.

Patty and atiKQah.

Atiqah and Li Keng.

Yee Peishan Patricia.

Sakura Buffet.
Clip your choices.

Happy and Satiated.

The remnants.


And then we part.

My LifeJournal: Present

Three.

My LifeJournal: Vingt Et Un

All i wanted for my birthday was to eat cereal sotong.
That, and pretty much everything else, didn't happen.
I guess it's too much to ask.



1 hr and 6 minutes.
And it'll be gone forever.
Never will i be able to relish in this day.



Hope i'll dream of something i yearn for.











I hate birthdays.
Nevertheless, Bonne Fete A Toi to myself.

My Lifejournal: Gelato

When boredom kicks in.

My LifeJournal: Dreams

Dreams.
And not hope.

"The" pram.


So here's my dream.


Get married to someone,

Migrate off to London.

Start a family.

Get a gorgeous apartment.

Shop at Mothercare for my baby's winter clothes.

Get this really gorgeous, English pram,

Stroll down Hyde Park.

Shop at Harrods.

Dine at Khan's restaurant.

Meet up with my cousins at Blue Water Mall.

Holiday at the European Countries.

Visit my family in SG every year.



Well...that is my dream.
It's a dream not a hope.
Because i know the chances of it happening is close to nothing.
So why hope for it right?

Then again, this awaken dreams keeps me happy.
And yes, i am very materialistic.
Money and nothing else makes the world go round.

People who are rich but unhappy are either crazy or insane.
That's what Simon says. And i second that notion.

I love my family still.




Toodles.

My LifeJournal: My English Loot

Yeap, all £450.

The things i'd bought in London.
My loot indeed.

I love London.

My LifeJournal: London, England

Touchdown on 24th Dec, Christmas Eve at 7am.
And it was dark still.
And that was when i fall in love.

Kensington Gardens, The Royal Park.

A gloomy feel.

Beautiful Whiteleys.

Christmasy Lights.

Christmas Eve Performances.

The famous Red Telephone Box.

Absolutely, delicious Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.

My LifeJournal: Whiteleys

Christmas in London.
All the transport services stopped on that day.


B A Y S W A T E R

Inverness Place, our apartment.

Directions around The Royal Park.

One of the many monuments.

R O Y A L A L B E R T H A L L

Royal Albert Hall.

Esplanade is nothing next to it.

Royal College of Music.

The sun peeking over the clouds.

Historical Churches.


H A R R O D S

Harrods is a-m-a-z-i-n-g.

The stretch of shops inside.
Sale only started on 27 Dec.


H Y D E P A R K

The Memorial Walk.

Serpentine River, Hyde Park.

The ducks and the goose and the fishes.

Hyde Park.

This is what you call a park.

Round Pond, Kensington Garden.

Whiteleys was the first mall we visited.

My LifeJournal: Underground

26 Dec, 2nd day here, in London.

Really thick, smooth banana milk from Marks & Spencer.

The famous London Open Top Double Deck buses
- The Big Bus Company.

Levantine
A restaurant with beautiful Mediterranean design.

The kind of neighbourhood i wish to live in.

Red Palm.
After 3 hours sitting at the open top bus under the harsh wind.

London Cab.

Along Oxford Street.
It gets busier at night. Thanks to the sale.

The Royal Courts of Justice.

A..building.

A very odd colour.

Houses of Parliament and Big Ben in the day.


M A D A M E T U S S A U D S

Meet the Beckhams

Mumy and Shah Rukh Khan.

Waxed Up Aish.

Rub that packs.

Shrek and Donkey.

The Royal Family.

Sir Isaac Newton.

The Beatles.

The Battleground.

It started with a drawing of the subjects.