Monday, March 14, 2011

That one raindrop that eats another rain drops on the windscreen :O Familia


Hello peeps and poops, and welcome to Alaska Flight 438 to the front lobe of my left side brain. If you're going to there, you're in the right place. If you're not going to there, you're about to have a really long evening.
So, please take a moment now to make sure your seat belts are fastened low and tight about your waist.

ADAM
ZARA
MIKHAIL
LISA
FAQIR
IMAN

Topic: How do you want to see yourself in 20 years time.

"I want my kids to first learn Al-Quran, whether it’s Adam, Zara, or Mikhail all the three have to be equipped with all the knowledge of the holy Quran so each of them will later be able to teach Lisa, Faqir and Iman. Maybe I should sneak in some iAl-Qurans in their iPod to light up their world when I fall asleep.

I have three musketeers. And all three will learn their kick boxing and martial arts at early age and we’ll go catch their tournaments in turns with the royal highness’ talent shows.

During the weekends while daddy goes GAP and Guess with my heroes, my girls and I will try outs some cookie recipes or maybe test drive our new learnt macaroons! We love how our kitchen smells thick of butter with hints of vanilla and orange assents while the cookies turn golden brown blossom beautifully with the shapes of hearts, heels, pines, and ah peck with his curly Hershey’s hair.
It would be tricky though to wash away some stubborn strawberry stains and maple syrups but we’ll have fine evenings of pancakes and water balloons fight. And oh, REMINDER: family routine to camp out somewhere near Great Canyon for hiking or lake swimming.
Enchanting

Zara will look all grown up and gorgeous with her breast stroke pull looking porcelain with sharp features and brilliant crystal eyes. Zara and Adam would be a magnet to each other he will read her every move, on guard every second of her waking hours and she is his shadow of daylights and his pride of her every presence. They wrestle and sail as if they are the fox above my trots. "

FAIL!
It’s pouring. And that calls for my comforter. Starry night Love and Take Care.

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