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Sunday, April 30, 2006
updated @ 11:33 PM
the niecey's much awaited 4th burpday. a burpday cake wit all the Princess whom she lOves soO much. wit a cOmplete pinky Princess gOwn which she fOrce her mum tO buy the day before. kids nowadays. they never nOe hOw lucky they can get, huh....

the rest of the adults (including me!) gO all the way cleaning up, coOking, decOrating and stuffs like crazy, while the burpday gurl woke up early in the mOrning getting all excited juz tO get her hands busy wit her gOwn and loOkin at the mirror.

yea, mirror mirror on the wall...
who's the prettiest of all?


when all's ready, as usual Makciks Pakciks and Cousins besides Mum who usually came early. while the ones besides Dad, came after 7pm. duh. the burpday gurl wit sOme of the relatives.

and not fOrgeting the Uncle Sepet...ooppss, Uncle!

(nanti atok marah...)
yes, i taught her tO call Dearie juz Uncle instead of Uncle Sepet if Atok (Dad) is around.
If nOt, im dead. cOz whenever we went out wit Dearie, the kaypoh niecey nvr fail tO mentiOn Uncle Sepet who is him, and so Dad will ask niecey bck who is Uncle Sepet. nobody tell. ssshhh.

undastoOd-ed?
but i nOe that Dad noes abt Dearie. Dad juz kept quiet abt it. Like duh? its soO obvious. every hari raya, we wuld wear the same couple outfit. and almost every gatherin and occasiOns he wuld be there if all's permit that is.

i nOe. i nOe. many will wOnder why beat abt the bush?

well, we're tokin abt my Dad here. everyone's afraid of him. sOme more, im almOst 20 and im like still a child to him. darn. everyone in the family including both sides of the relatives nOes abt him and well, surprisingly except my DAD.

oh well, lets juz keep it this way whether Dad noes anot. niwae, i got my Mum, Along and both sides of the relatives' as backing remember?
hee.

sO there they are accOmpanied by Anuar Go, our sec sch fren and his bloOd bro. thanks Anuar for accOmpanying him. if nOt, i wuldnt nOe hOw he's gona handle.

end of fairytale.
its been a very tiring day.



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