HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUAY:):):)

super-pro hueynin. just LOOK at her:)

super-SECOND-pro sandra. she was wearing a tee with a SHEEP on it:)

and of course, me:) i was wearing a tee which said 'how to use the "LAH" '
on the back was like:

Aiyahh, give up LAH
Don't be 'kayu' LAH
Also can LAH
Please LAH, don't like that LAH
Wait LAH
Sit down LAH
OK LAH
Sudah LAH
Relax LAH!

and the awesome gals kept on those LAHs at me while bowling:) they also started singing
HOT n' COLD:):)

ok:) thats about it:)

♥,
me:)

hueynin

HER birthday was AWESOME:):) sorry i'm sooo late. too lazy to update la:)

anyways, we went BOWLING:) surprisingly, SHE was the BEST. it was awesomely FUN:):) we also watched BEDTIME STORIES:):):) the CURLERS were great, right ALSHN-ers:)

owhyea. huay kept wanting to sleepbut me and SAN wouldn't let her:) in the end, she didn't sleep AT ALL! me and SAN did though:) we kept her awake by making her sing..

"i was riding shotgun with my hair undone;

in the front seat of his car;

he's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel;

the other on my hearrtt...

i look around, turn the radio down;

he says, "baby, is something wrong?";

i say, "nothing, i was just thinking;

how we don't have a song". and he says...

our song is the slamming screen door;

sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window;

when we're on the phone and you talk real slow;

'cause it's late and your mama don't know.

our song is the way you laugh;

the first date man, i didn't kiss her and i should have;

and when i got home, 'fore i said amen;

asking God if he could play it again.

i was walking up the front porch steps;

after everything that day;

had gone all wrong or been trampled on;

and lost and thrown away.

got to the hallway, well, on my way;

to my lovin' bed;

i almost didn't notice all the roses;

and the note that said...

our song is the slamming screem door;

sneakin' out late, tapping on your window;

when we're on the phone, and you talk real slow;

'cause it's late and your mama don't know.

our song is the way you laugh;

the first date man, i didn't kiss her and i should have;

and when i got home, 'fore i said amen;

asking God if he could play it again.

i've heard every album, listened to the radio;

waited for something to come along;

that was as good as our song.

'cause our song is the slamming screen door;

sneakin' out late, tapping on his window;

when we're on the phone and he talks real slow;

'cause it's late and his mama don't know.

our song is the way he laughs;

the first date man, i didn't kiss him and i should have;

and when i got home, 'fore i said amen;

asking God if he could play it again;

play it againnn...

i was riding shotgun with my hair undone;

in the front seat of his car;

i grabbed a pen and an old napkin;

and i wrote down our song..."

lol:) it was superdeeduperdeefun:)

taaaaa

p.s: i know its late but 'late is better than never:)'