the, 'why shd I bother putting a title post'

I guess there is some point in life where you will feel that, why do I always need to be the one taking the crap from others?!

 Where they use you as a sacrifice and shoot you down like in DOTA where they use huge ass guns ( they use guns in dota right?) and then laugh at your stupidity for sacrificing. 

Funny may not seem to be 'amusing' anymore. Instead it seems immature and absurd. For the love of me (cause im LOA), we are already 19 and soon to be out of our teens but all you guys can do is to use me as a source of entertainment? 

Clowning around may seem fine, but every time when I come online? Geez, don’t you get sick of picking on me? I give up arguing with you guys.  What’s the point of it? Yes my canto or Korean may not be as perfect as yours. Maybe you shd get a new best friend who’s a Korean or Hongkie since you love using those language. And me acting smart?  I wonder who’s the one that started talking like they are some pro in that language. Oh wait pardon me, maybe you have some Korean genes in you… so that’s why you seems to be so fluent and busy correcting every words?


If i continue chatting, you condemn my canto/korean spelling or somewhere along those shit. if not, 'im too busy for you guys'. right, thanks. 

 I was never on msn, or there when you need me right?

If our friendship could be quantify by the number of webcam-ing, im seriously speechless.

(to the rest) If you complained that I was never there, what about you? 

OR RATHER,

You should have a second thought if

I was ever given a chance to tell you how was my day?  To have a totally BS day and coming online to find a group of you ‘BFF’ shooting shits at you, really its just SUCH AN ENJOYMENT.

And that ridiculous daylight saving didn’t really help either. 3 hours ahead of you guys, and still I’m here trying to make an effort to be in the conversation where all you guys could do is pinpoint my mistake and lack of involvement.

And guess what, after all the bullshits being thrown down at you. They come back individually and asked,'since when are you such a bum who can’t take jokes?' and tell you not to be angry. Seriously, that is so old school. Attacking as a pack, then coming back individually.

at this point, im not sure if I shd be glad that you realised I'm actually hurt by your actions that you even bother to apologise. or just be like the rest who pretend nothing actually happened. 

which reminds me, there was one time when i was in SJBA and someone told me,  making fun of someone else is to cover up your insecurities, why do you have to make someone's life as miserable as yours? I remember telling this to one of the bestf, cause we used poke and condemn each other's life like it was some joke. It seems fun at that very moment, but underneath it all; there was burnt mark in the heart. Ever since I came here, I tried not to make fun at ridiculous stuff just for the fun of it, as i dont want you guys who are dearest to me to feel what i felt as irony it sounds. (with all the new environment and everything else)

I guess you can finally call me a bummer, cause you know what? (at this point you are suppose to say, ‘WHAT??  =.= ’)

IM TIRED OF BEING THE 'NICE' PERSON. (har har har, laugh all you want) In friendship or whatever. And this is not the first time it happens, each time I mentioned it you seems to be taking it as a joke.

I guess life is a series of joke after all.

. 

[ It seems total bs that im posting this here, considering that you might never see this. or that you may see this and our friendship may fall apart. either way, you know that i love you guys in some way, but for now everything seems to be suffocating me that I each time i was in that grp conversation, I think I would just sink deep into depression. dont worry, im already on my way to it. ]

Life in Tassie

i like the picture above, but my friend claimed that she look horrible in it,so had to crop her off! :(

I havent been posting much about my life here in tassie. Generally I'm doing 'fine' here (im not sure whats the defination of fine) but rather, i have gotten used to the lifestyle here, gotten a few close friends, had ups and downs, piles of homeworkkkkk!


I can say that im a lucky/happy girl, and a really fortunate one to be able to go overseas to experience this kind of life!

 (my Ghandi lookalike dad!)

and yesterday, Haley my korean buddy complained in her fb status that her dad never said ILOVEYOU or how much he misses her etc. Instead he only asked about how much she spent such and such. and she was deeply hurt by his actions. We were explaining to her that of course her dad love her, if not he wouldnt be sending her so farrrrr away here to further her study!

this sparks my interest in blogging about my appa! As some would know, I'm the only child in my family (NO IM NOT PAMPERED!) and I realised some weird and funny characteristic about my dad.



Generally I'm closer to my mom in as she's a housewife and i get to spent more time with her..but with my dad, there was a hate and love relationship. :P oh wait, i guess that goes the same as well with my mom but it was more obvious with my dad.

When I was a toddler etc:

HE WAS MY BODYGUARD/MY PLAYMATE.

as i said, i was the only child. Hence i was really lonely when i was young (my mom told me that har har =.=) cause i dont have any siblings to play tea party/masterchef/ barbie doll with. and of course my dad did not play barbie doll with me.. but he created new games for me where I would sit on the sofa, he sits below and tadah: I would operate a barber shop!

Create new hairstyle for him, gel etc (yes he let me gel his hair OMG ), and tying up his hair into mini coconut trees, and my AWESOME SKILL IS TO------ HELP HIM FIND WHITE HAIR & PLUCK IT OUT. LOL!

Seriously, I wonder how many father would be so patient to let their daughter messed up their hair, tie it up with colorful bands and styling their hair. he would be ever so patient (sometimes he would sleep sitting up while i played with his hair & i have to adjust his head every 5 mins! i found a technique using the pillows to 'kiap' his head though! GENIUS SINCE YOUNG!) he became my co-chef but i had to play my barbie doll alone though, he was not imaginative enough.

Another thing i found out from my aunts and grandma was that he was really protective of me when i was a kid. And I used that as an advantage to bully people around me. TEEHEE.


like i how i would refuse to eat/eat really slow and stuff the food in my mouth but not swallowing it when other people feed me. but when my appa feeds me, i eat at normal speed. and they dont dare to beat me or scold me infront of my daddy. har har har.


As i grew older, apparently i inherited my dad's genes. STUBBORNNESS.  gosh, this was seriously a rollercoaster ride. our house could be turn into WWIII and then remained calm again. One moment we were watching teevee, the next we were disagreeing about some topic and trying to point out that the other party was wrong. (like how the ending should not be like thissss, but like thatttt.) I didnt want to lose and stood firm on my point, my dad one the other hand was angry that i was angry (righhhhttt...i dont know how to describe but yeah the war started)

And then came high school and college, I was given more freedom. the war still continued of course but somehow I could feel that he knew I love him and i love him (another har har har statement) and we argued less. And now I'm in Uni, far away from him....


Although he always used harsh word (yes, he asked me to eat shit [eat shit wei, seriously which dad would ask their ONLYYY daughter to eat shit! see, dont you dare to say im pampered if not ill ask you to eat shit] or he wanna change my sirname etc when we argued.. I was like wth you cant come up with other better lines?!! and WWIII came along.... 




*NOTE TO SELF: see jo bee, why do you have to answer him back :S )


and screamed/shouted/threw stuff. I realised something, he never once hit/slap/whack me. NOT EVEN ONCE. he would always raise his arm, in a way like he was going to hit me, but he would never do that..... and ever since i knew he would hit me, I was much more daring in answering him....


whereas my mom, whaoooo she is like the queen of caning when i was young. I had to spend once a week to search and hunt for the canes that she hid and break them into pieces or hide them somewhere else. (you dont have to tell my mom this secret, cause i already blurt it out when i was in college. she was like, NO WONDERRRRRR IT TOOK ME HOURS TO FIND ONE!)


and my dad was never a brand conscious type, he would go for comfort rather than brand (but all branded sutff comes with great comfort so yeahh) like how he would spent almost 1k to get a pair of sport shoe (i have flat foot but i can wear normal sport shoes too!!) for me before I came to australia, which i find it to be rather absurd! GIVE ME THAT MONEY TO SPENT ON FOOD OR SOMETHING. on a sport shoe? no thanks.

before I came here, we were still somewhere in that love hate relationship.... but spending a week with him alone in some totally new place really bonded us together. :) He told me many secrets of himmmm which i never found out (i did know about some but yeah, i hate to pretend i didnt know right) He was really supportive, as he knew my character so well (after all the fights).




AND BACK TO THE STORY ABOUT MY KOREAN FRIEND, some dads are really good at expressing themselves, where u can see them hugging and telling their sons/daughter i love you and etc.

My dad was once like that, when i was young... =.= then i guess either he got shy or i got bigger and we started fighting till he had no time to tell me that he love me. LOL.

There was no more goodnight kiss, no more sneaking into my room at midnight to sleep with me.. or telling me he's sorry when he did something wrong (I TELL YOU AH, MY DAD WONT APOLOGISE WHEN HE DID SOMETHING WRONGG.... ISHHH, BUT THERE WAS A FEW TIMES I CAUGHT HIM SNEAKING INTO MY ROOM AND SAID SORRY TO ME WHILE I WAS ASLEEEPPPPPP! WTH!)

and many people had the impression that my dad was the kawai and nice guy, but whao when he is mad, you want to stand 10km apart with him. :P

but what really touched me was he shed his tears when he was leaving for the airport to return to kl (and leave me here)

you know whyyyyy?!

SO FAR, THE WHOLE 19YEARS I WAS ALIVE, THE ONLY TIME I SAW HIM CRIED WAS WHEN MY GRANDMAMA PASSED AWAY.

and i was like omg, I MADE HIM CRY. =O

I guess the purpose of my writting this post is just to tell haley if she is ever reading, that all daddy(s) love their kids in certain ways. some show it out, some wont.

well, if they dont show it out.. DEMAND FOR IT! like how my dad would type:


KISS KISS KISS on msn before sleeping. and how he would say I love you now. and sometimes he forgot about it, I WOULD DEMAND AND QUESTION HIM, WHERE IS MY KISS?!




(I know, I'm so thick face. Oh even more epic, when i was young i watched some movie where a young boy asked his father,' how much do you love me' in cantonese... and the father replied with some longgggg touching poem , something like i would pluck the stars for you etc. AND GUESS WHAT?! I FORCED MY DAD TO RECITE IT TO ME EVERYNIGHT AFTER TUCKING ME INTO BED)


and he really 'layan' me and recite it! Gosh, i think if i were him i would just give this =.= expression to my kid! LOL

before he left me here in tassie, i was really down and he was asking me.. if it was the right decision for him to come with me for  a week... he should have just let me come myself so I wont feel so depressed after he left.

BUT now i can say that it was the right decision for him to come and spent a week with me, even though departing was a heartache. We shared many moments together, he slept with me on my bed instead of setting up another bed, and I would tuck myself under his arm (like when i was young: and i remembered asking him this, WHY YOUR KETIAK/UNDERARM SO MANY HAIRS ONEE!)



and when we heard funny sounds at night and he promptly said to me: DONT EVER HAVE SEX UNLESS YOU KNOW HIM FOR xxx MONTHS! but please dont set your standard so high also lah... YADAYADA. seriously, when i was in high school/college he was not really keen about me getting boyf and all, but now i guess he is worried that he might not have a son in law.  :( *faint*

or we would watch movie on the plane and when the kissing part came, I would hurriedly close his eyes (as if im the older one and he's underage which i think sometimes its rather true. Mummy said that sometimes i treat him like a small kid, like I would questioned him or nag him when he make a mistake!)

OKAY TO CUT THE STORY SHORT, I LOVEEEEEE YOU MY DADDY! and I know even if he doesnt show it out, he really love me too! (p/s. he tend not to show his face on webcam arghhhh. it will usually be my mom talking to me and he's doing his work at another lappie beside my mom's lappie while talking to me. DISLIKE!)

FAST FACTS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MY DAD: 

1. He is a health freak, unless when it comes to pasta. He love those baked pasta and one kind of pasta that has stuff wrapped in it.


2. He has problem remembering and tend to mix up names. people's name, shop names, brand names. name it, you have it!
He would call Giordano as Gardenia, taiwainese S.H.E singers as the SHE-band and you dont wanna hear the rest.

3. When I order stuff at McD, he would say how unhealthy it is, but continue staring at my food. and when i offer him a bite, he would say, 'ok! one bite only' and finish the whole.


4. He has a big mouth! his one bite, IS LIKE A GORILLA BITE OR PRACTICALLY HALF OF WHAT YOU HAVE!

4(B) the previous one is not counted.

My dad likes to make me laugh ridiculously when i take picture and ruin my photographs! (its like his hobby) each time, if he was the cameraguy or happens to be near the camera guy, I would smile without showin my teeth and he would make stupid faces ----> I would burst out laughing like mad cow, and that was when the camera will go 'CHIIICAK'.

 he knew i hate showing my teeth in the photos, and he insist that i should show---- see, stubbornness!


5. He has short term memory loss/ he's pretty easily distracted (I'VE GOT THAT GENES, AND IM WORSE OFF) so each time i talk to him in the car, he would go: uh huh.. uh huh. and I would demand for him to repeat what i said. and he usually cant.... and the argument will start!


6. He's used to hate when I cry, and will walk away if i dont stop crying.. which make me cry even louder (attention seeker haha) but now when i cry, he gets really worry! :( [scared that i become depressed]

7. He's generally more friendly than I am. In a way. :)


8. He makes up stories to trick me or in other words to make me stop whining. Like how i tend to fall when i was young, and i'm not sure if he is just plain lazy to find and apply medicine on me, but what he'll do is that he use his saliva or sometimes just place his fingers on his lips and rub it on my wound! WTHHHH SO EWWW-ISHHHH! and i read it from somewhere that there was such myths by rubbing saliva the wound will heal. bullllshit!


 I shall stop at no.8. lucky number! im superstitious like that.. yeahhhh!



but frankly, I couldnt wish for a better daddy than him. :) though I wish his temper would not er be so 'roller-coaster' sometimes!

and the main purpose for me to write this post, is to remind me how much he care about me... the next time I find him irritating or we fought for something stupid, I'll reread this post. LOL, righhhhttt like i would.

HAPPY BEE-LATED FATHER'S DAY (AUSSIE TIME)

:(

life is indeed unique.

 the harder you push, the nearer it comes.

i was trying to hide a fact away from you, but i guess sooner or later you will know the truth.




  its fate that you know it now by yourself rather than hearing it from my mouth.
  but still, WHYYYYY is life so weird. cant we just hide something forever? why somehow it has to spill out?!! T___T feeling down. nguak nguak.

my fav but sort of useless quote:



I GUESS FATE WILL DECIDE.

 back to doing homework!!! :O *ju on face*

no time to be sad ah bee! you have piles of homework!!!! *kiasu mode on* 

Breathtaking

what more is there to say? it just so beautiful but at the same time the picture is so solemn-ish. maybe its because i was there with my dad, and this picture reminds me of him :( boo.


on the other hand, I had sushi for dinner! YUMMEH! but a lil hungryyyyy.

some random facts:

HOLIDAY IS GOING TO END SOON, AND I HAVE PILES OF MASSIVE HW STARING AT ME. FMLFMLFML. play more lah jo bee, play more! T___T

im hungry, and its 12am. no wonder i gained weight.

i met several weird people, and each time i said to myself ' GOSH NOT ANOTHER WEIRD GUY?', another weirder one will pop out. seriously, ive met so many psycho ones till i can have a scrapbook about them. trust me, im serious. and i tought i was weird, har har.

my lecturer havent reply me yet!!!! STRESSING OUT!!! *PULLING STRANDS OF HAIR* and speaking of hair, my hair has this static on it. like when i put my hand near my hair, it will sort of stand... creepy. :O


till then, hopefully everything goes well for me!  A WEEK OF ASSIGNMENTS, PRESENTATIONS, AND MORE ASSIGNMENT. I  'LOVE' MY LIFE.

Amitabha!

The wedding proposal.

Most of the marriage proposal that I've witness are rather, not to say boring.. but rather normal?? as in guy got down one knee, pops the question to the girl, girl got shocked, cried, and nod. THE END.

and i realised that if there is ANY romantic proposal,


it usually [i repeat, USUALLY (not always)] only happens to some hot chick or good looking couple.

okay, maybe i've been seeing too much perfume advertisements hehe.


but yeah, this is the first time i've actually seen such awesome wedding proposal by a typical kl couple (that speak cantonese/hokkien/mandarin)! its really touching as i can totally relate and imagine the scene, the place and all.. i can recognise the place where the proposal was held.


and her boyf was really outgoing to be wearing such costume! i would rather die, must be so stuffy inside that lion costume. hilarious bangang. ok, here's the video incase you are sick of me talking to myself. hehe

sweet aint it? this video really make my day! :D at least i know it doesnt only exist or happen in fairytales or hollywood! there's hope for me to get such romantic proposal, ONE DAY!

Wo bu ai ni! (I DONT LOVE YOU)

back for a super duper uber quick update!

I was doing my work, no wait scratch that. i'm CURRENTLY doing my homework. and then, there's this song on my itunes which i never noticed before.

Title: Ni ai wo ma (DO YOU LOVE ME?)

Singer: Van Ai Chen. 

Anyway, i tought my lappie got stuck or something. i tell you man! you can die listening to it. 

the way the lyric goes: 

Ni ai wo ma? "insert other lyrics" .... Ni ai wo ma? "insert some random lyrics" Ni ai wo ma? 

I think there was almost 30-40 times that particular question was repeated. =.=

Felt that it was so hilarious, if a guy sang that to me (I SAID IF, a girl can dream cant she?)  I would shout back, WO BU AI NI!!!!!!! 

hah! TAKE THAT, Mr.Van Ai Chen. 

okthxbye

Whats life without them.

How awesome is your dad and mom? I bet not as vavavooom as mine! 

1. for a totally not technology savvy people, they manage to master how to chat//pamper me on msn! :) 

(p.s i only taught my mom how to use it the day before i left. X)

2. on the other hand, they are good at maximizing the use of msn to scream, scold and nag! FML

here's an example where my dad said: 

"remember to sleep" and i think he left out the "early" word. 

me and bestf had a great laugh over that! who would forget to sleep?!

and then he said manis tidur! which is a translation of sweet dreams. HAHAHAH not bad for an English speaking that to talk in Bm.

and the kiss3+3x is like a code! hahaha Kiss3 means er, virtually giving flying kiss to me 3 times whereas +3x means the 3rd time he's doing that. cause we keep saying bye and then chat again and then bye. repeat this action 3 times.

HAHAHA where can you find a dad who puts mathematical equations into bidding farewell.

see? BYE FINAL. rofl 

mom wished me- HAPPY PEE-ING. haha besties, see where i got my weird genes from?

and then she continues to naggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg. 

*faints 

Far far away, from home

fyi, I'm no longer in Msia anymore.

For those who knows, congrats you are one of the few who actually knows my whereabouts. those who dont, you can just go and jump off mount wellington cliff. (coughs, this line contains a clue about where i am right now!!)

 :D


i was actually surprise that there are people reading this blog eventhough it had been abandoned for such a long time! absolutely touched by these readers' consistency. *perasaan.

so yeah! I PROMISED ILL BE BACK IN ACTION, LIKE THIS WILL SOON BE A SUPERB UBER CHUNTED BLOG. i kid you not.

here's a sneak peak of what happened since the last post in this blog. as i said for 1001 times, im not in msia at the moment. and if you still dont know where i am, you can just.. (fill in the blanks with your wild imagination)

my tootys and boobys that came!

(sigh, as much as i love them. why lah do they have to be in the korean craze lol )

and thank you, shanggar, weihsien, tsung wai who rushed all the way from college to my hse just right before i depart to send me off. ;( shocked but deeply in love damn happy with your sweet thoughts.  

i believe in fate, that my plane was delayed. :)

I MISS MY DADDY. :(

i'll be back, soon! :)

FAMILIAH POTRAIT.

ok, as promised. my extended family potraits. 

:) 

not in sequence though, 

why is it that all guys, ok corrections- MOST of the boys hate to take pictures?  look at Daryl, hilarious bangang.

not all the families came. but oh well, hehe better something than none. :) 

STICKY

I WANT TO HAVE THIS SWEETS ON MY 21ST BDAY, WEDDING DAY ETC!  yummiah! ;)

Grandpapa's Bday & Grandmama's Day 2

I dont seem to find the bliss in blogging anymore although I have plenty of time now. (other than packing my bag !@$! )

anyway, hehe continuations....

the arabian wannabe. 

The dishes just kept flowing in throughout the night, and we were all so full and started walking/wondering around. THIS EXPLAIN THE PICTURE ABOVE WHERE OUT OF A SUDDEN  EVERYONE EXCEPT MY AUNT STARTED WALKING AROUND. hahaha, all alone. the chicken dish still remain untouched.

The CLASH OF THE TAN'S & LOH'S. Uncle and cousin Bro fighting for a seacucumber, sort of. More like my uncle trying to agitate my cousin by using the chopstick to fight for whatever that he's taking.


below: Daryl, doing the cock-eye-stunt. using glass of water. LOL

now using his hand! haha His eyebrows so unique lah! like doraemon. \____/ slanting inwards.

more food. food food. :O we couldn't even finish the main course and the desserts.

coming up! FAMILIAH POTRAIT-s!

Decisions, decisions.

Its 99% comfirmed that I'll be going Aus for my studies.

:)

:(

ok, imagine this. This dish represent my whole family, my extended family of course (including my cousins etc) and what if after I fly off to Aus, I'll be like this:

all alone without anyone!!!! :( and half bitten too. wtbee. okay, this is btw the desert during our dinner (pls see the below post which is not finished yet btw)


sigh, how lah how lah.

I'll miss my grandmama alot! for sure. and also both my grandpa's from dad and mom's side. I'm so worried what if something happen to anyone of them (TOUCH WOOD, CHOI CHOI) but what if anything happen back here in MSIA but im not there with them.

:'( sudah mau nangis.... but on the other hand, i can learn how to be independant. LOL.

nobody to help me wash my shirts etc, sigh.

Buddha, any indications? tips? :D

Grandpapa's Bday & Happy Grandmama's Day.

People are complaining that my blog is full with posts and pics of  KIDS. well, obviously its full with kids because I'm working in a place full with kids! What else do you expect me to blog about, how much of homework i gave to them? LOL

Went back to Malacca (oma's side) to celebrate my grandpa's bday and mother's day as well for my grandmama.

but then, we dropped by my opa's side to pay a visit to my grandpa. and we left Seremban at 10.30pm! means we reached my cousin house nearly 12am. and we tought that they have all slept = we've been locked out.

doesnt it looks like some ufo's?

this is how the highway looks at midnight...

The next day, Sat.

In the car on the way to the restaurant.

i present to you both my super camwhore addict cousins.

Thank god I'm in the same car with them, if not ill be bored to tears.. but yet, being in the same car with them can really drive you nuts.

Since it was dark, we had to use flash. (duh!-_-) and we've taken nearly 10 pictures/ min = 300 pics in half an hour time.

and guess what?

THEY DELETED ALMOST 280 PICS, LEAVING ONLY 20 'USABLE' PICS! wtb man, wasting my efforts for smiling like donkey, opening my eyes while those flash keep *ceecak* *chicak*  for nothing.

sadly, my first aunt and fourth aunt (plus their family) could not make it. :(

if not, it will be an awesome family gathering!!

BTW, there's this simple wedding ceremony going on at the same time.  Notice a guy in striped shirt talking to a guy wearing orange shirt? well, the guy in striped is the bridgeroom and he's a orang putih/angmoh/kuailo. and his bride, beside him wearing black.

the first dish,  vercimelli noodles (mee-sua)  to represent longivity.

as everyone was starving, this dish was kaput/done in less than 2 mins.

The above pic, is the first table. Where the main characters, the chu kap yans sat along with 90% of the aldults.

the second table, which compromised mostly of us kiddos.

ze second dish. which i believe is called the, COLD DISH?!  it was pretty awesome, something different from what we usually eat. The dimsum has this chicken herbal scent. (i felt that it was bitter-y but the other bimbos insist it was not! how could my taste bud be wrongggggggggggg. )

3. Sea cucumber, Black kampung chicken, abalone and seafood soup. WTBEE ok i'm such a fail food blogger. I forgot the name of this soup, but it was damn kao-kao shiok (erm, it means that its superb nice, with the right texture?? )

btw, that black stripped thing above are apparently the black kampung chicken. sort of scary if you asked me. why is it so black? and right beside it are the fish floats.

baby abalone.

4. roasted pork .

full with fats. =__+ feels guilty for consuming so much unhealthy food. ish ish

the only aldults at our table.

Kids shipped from Singapore, Melacca and Kota Komuning.

the other table.

the grandma in orange, is my uncle's wife's mom. XD which is also my nanny. :D :D :D

omma and oppa! mom looks funny, wrapping herself with a scarf like a dumpling. it was pretty cold that night. even i have to wear my jacket. :(

the pig's head. omg, my blog is not halal anymore. :) anyway, the tradition is when the waiter place down the plate of roasted pork, if the pig's head is facing that particlar person then he/she has to eat the it.


example, if the head is facing Rain* then he has to eat it, (some sort of manners i suppose, LOL)
*names have been changed to protect the innocent.

cousins fascinated by the head. =__+

 getting nearer...... *jaws music playing in the background...

Baby Isaac looks so matured with his batik shirt.

Ok, end of PART ONE ; FAMILY GATHERING @MALACCA MAY2010