*// Holiday mode on

Note: When I promised an update with pictures, I kept my words. But when you speak too loud with no actions it get worn out in time. Don't tell me the camera that you bought and proudly advertised was another case of scam or to be exact, copy.
How sad, really I feel for you!

I need to vent a little abusive words for that particular kiddo who creates endless blogwar and now, in Facebook? Being a stalker (which she claims we are the ones) is a passe. It has been going for years and if you don't realize its going to be 2009 soon. Gosh! How I simply despise "minah" polluting onlinesphere for no apparent reason. I don't usually look down on one self but her endless bragging bores the hell out of me. Perhaps a Joo Chiat ring - that "pakai dulu, bayar kemudian" rings a bell? Don't get me started again cause pushing your luck too far is not good for your health as you know how ugly it can be. Its more noble to be a man's bestfriend (since you call her a dog) rather than being anything related to you. I love cats but the only species of cat I hate most is a copycat like you! So shuuh...

Putting aside the unpleasant start of this entry. I got a dose of my most favorite bunch to celebrate a birthday and I am sex-cited to be part of the surprise at East Coast Park. Having good food is the utmost essential when we are out. Two tables of steamboat with a wide array of seafood was our choice this time round. I brought Aizam along cause he being the angel that he is and despite just reaching home from work, he insisted to follow me as I was down with those regular pain. Unshockingly, I had an instant recovery seeing all the smiling faces of beloved ones.

The name "Hirok Pikok", totally runs in our blood. From playing two games of table soccer (we turned esctatic upon seeing it) to watching DVD of their trip to Phuket. From flipping the pages of that huge photo album to laughing at corny jokes. Our usual picturesque antics. The ritual for the birthday girl was to feed each and everyone of us a spoonful of that small slice of brownie. How can I not love them? A short night but, enough to make me a happy little girl and plastered the sweetest smile all the way back home despite getting pestered by a shameless acquintance trying to get his attention. Tsk!