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:: Life :: Azman,our remote control says hi ::

Azman is in Bangkok at the moment to work on some project at Sony Thailand. He will be coming home on Friday night, that’s less…

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How to make me vomit blood, launch an earth shattering kamehameha attack on you and write about it in my blog

Make me eat laksa. Insist that I finish a whole bowl.

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Posted in Happiness

:: Happiness :: Thank You ::

Alhamdulillah.I keep getting what I want. Alhamdulillah. My life has been getting so much better. Alhamdulillah. For my new ability to look at the glass…

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:: Shopping :: Sleeping with Enemy ::

Friends come into my life with different purposes. One as someone who cries on my shoulder and leave snot all over the place, another uses…

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:: Shopping :: FJ Benjamin Sale! ::

Sometimes I think the power of an alter ego alone is not enough to accommodate the laborious need of energy required for my hectic pastime….

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:: Life :: Diyana Yang Macam-Macam ::

On Tuesday 7 November Azman sent me flowers at the office! They were very pretty. I took my camera and snapped pictures of each and…

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:: GloriousFood :: Pasta for busy wives with hungry husbands ::

Have you ever driven for almost two hours in a journey that should just take 20 minutes? I do two times a day. Have you…

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:: Happiness :: Emaciation of Didi ::

Happiness is when people start to describe your build as ‘just nice’ instead  of ‘anorexically scrawny’.

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:: Happiness :: How to explain Diyana’s active blogging ::

Happiness is receiving free wireless internet service from a generous neighbor. Whether he is truly generous or unaware that wireless signal can be password protected…

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:: Happiness :: The sweetest strawberries of all ::

When I called home the other day my seven year old nephew,Adam insisted to speak to me. He spoke in such childish sincerity that he…

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