Ezzah Zahrah..Momots!

My Goodness. A year had passed. In no time, I’ll be old people.

Ezzah turns out to be so cheeky lately. She showed off her talent by climbing every single thing she sees; the door-grill, the dining table, stairs, dressers and TV cabinet; and along with her hyper movements, she sings, count 1-10, and blabbers funny words. She'll bite her tokwan's toe, her papa's tummy and my knees out of the sudden. When people scream in pain, she'd giggle funnily.

"Hakk..Hak..Hakkk!" Imagine her squirky grin towards us.

And most all of the time, she'll make thing so hard for us. When somebody halt her from doing something, she'll scream her throat out. My Goodness. That was seriously not from ME! Hehehhehe..

Anyway, a princess will always be a princess. I love her so much.

Intann : Mwahhhh!

That Same 'Ol Resolution? Again?

I better be strong this time around.

I set a huge-hope towards this particular ‘Ramadhan-resolution’; to shed down another 10kgs of my OVERweight tissues that I put up during the Prednisolone medication. I need to do it. So desperately. Do not talk about self-esteem, coz I don’t remember any. In fact, I am still suffering from the tremendous trauma and the odd-chill-feeling I had all throughout hospitalization period.

I feel like everything is so against me. My look. My guts. My hair. My scars. Those hideous stretch-marks! My stupid old-makcik-like fashion. I feel like screaming!

Someone..please be more supportive. Need that.

I hate seeing or listening to other people bragging ‘bout how nice their confinement days are. They are so damn cruel. The fact is that; I feel like swearing right in front of their face. Say I’m evil, do I seem to care?

Intann : Dear God, Please Forgive me..It’s just..It’s just so unfair..* sigh* Nobody seems to understand me..