true friends bring out the best in each other. oh how true, how true!

thank you babe for being a great and TRUE friend!



"the glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship"

- ralph waldo emerson

oh, and the great news in the previous entry is puny news, really. i tend to exaggerate sometimes. heh. what was it? i passed my exams. alhamdulillah!
onwards to the final 3 modules! i'm jumping with joy ... yeah right ...

harrruummmpphhhh!

just received great news, alhamdulillah!

how about a little treat?
sure! why not? heh.

* picture courtesy of benjerry.com

he crawls around like a frantic millipede. he has seven (read: 7) chiclet teeth. he has had three (read: 3) haircuts in the past 11 months and two weeks. he guffaws like a lumberjack. he shakes his butt to music like john travolta. he burps like a real man. he claps his hands with passion. he thinks his "wak" (aka aunty aka me) is his dancing bear. he loves to play with his football. he is loving and passionate. he babbles non-stop in his own brand of cutesy baby talk. and he will turn one in two weeks time.

time flies when you're having fun. the past year has been a wonderfully bittersweet experience watching this little critter grow. from just a mere bump on his mama's tummy, to the little guy i've grown to love so passionately now. he never failed to put a smile on my face. the mere sight of him turns me with a gooey mess of a cooing idiot. the silly and embarassing things i'd do just to invoke excited claps and hoots of baby mirth. yep, he has me wrapped around his cute little tiny finger. i am, indeed, his dancing bear ....

*sigh*

the wonders of babies. subhanallah. as i await the day that i will finally join the ranks of motherhood (insya Allah), i'd just embrace this miracle in the form of my darling nephew for now. insya Allah one day i'll taste the sweetness of having one (or a few) of my own.

oh before i forget, he can now say these words: mama, papa and Allah .....

masya Allah!!