Come home

The pass few days has really been wearing me out.
And I have no idea why this is affecting me so badly.
I've never thought myself to be so attached to her.
But now that we're at the risk of losing her, it's shown me how much I really do care.
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I've never had to feel what it's like to risk losing someone close to me so this is something new to me and I don't like it. NOT. A. SINGLE. BIT. at all.
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The black rings around my eyes.
The fatigue.
The anxiety of wanting to rush to see her on time before I miss the visiting hours.
The lack of sleep for crying too much.
The tears which seems to spill out whenever I thought of her.
The sleepness nights lying awake thinking of her in her cold hard bed.
With nobody around to comfort her. Except the harsh noises of the night.
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It's so hard to NOT to even think about her. That's like forcing myself not the breathe at all. And I don't even wanna not think about her.

I pray real hard that she will be fine and will be able to come back home to be with us again one day.

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Sweetheart, get well soon ok.

We all miss you....

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Graduation

Fatty and I have finally 'graduated' from CMPC and we can now officially be married in church!

Party or what!

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Before we started on this course, I thought that going through 6 weekends of it would so kill me. But now that it's over, it didn't even feel like 6 weekends.

And somehow, after spending every Sunday rushing to church for this, I don't think I know what to do this Sunday anymore.

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>_<

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Anyways, after our little 'graduation' celebration on Sunday, we went over to FunnyVJ's place. Yes, this is the FIRST time he has ever invited anyone over to his place - even after he's been living there for the past 3 years.

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Fatty, Stevie, Jo and I are very honoured to be the first four to be invited over.

And we were even more honoured when he ordered in Domino's pizza for us!

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CrazyChristine was there as well. She helped FunnyVJ clean his house in preparation to having us there.

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The 5 of them played 'Texas Holden' but I didn't.

I just helped Fatty count his winnings.

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CrazyChristine & FunnyVJ

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Jo and Stevie

Fatty & I

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And here are more candid shots I took while fiddling with my camera.

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nothing to look forward to

This whole week is crawling by extremely slowly.
And I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I don't have the heart to work here anymore.
Maybe it's because my mind immediately flies to the weekends whenever the weekdays start.
Maybe it's because I've just totally lost all hope to continue making this company a better place.
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Or maybe. Just maybe. I have not had alcohol since *this time* and my body can't hold out any longer.
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I need my alcohol!!! >_<

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Another SINGLES Party

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by KinkyBlueFairy last night and again I didn't make it *femme sighs* even though I promised her I would make it for the next one 'x_x'

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But I was busy discussing with the photographers on what kind of shots Fatty and I would like to have on the wedding day and blablablabla....boring stuff.

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I just wish the whole wedding was over and done with. Seriously. I thought I would be so darn excited to plan the wedding, but to my dismay, I am not. NOT. ONE. BIT. And I have no idea why *femme shrugs* maybe cause I still have like 8 months to plan it. Hahahahaha!

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*okay, femme's going crazy*

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UBBER PISSED OFF!!!

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at my stupid management!

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Was happily looking forward to my last family trip to Beijing end April and when I was about to apply for leave, a fucking email was blasted out to everyone saying that we have to keep this this this dates free because we will be going up to Gentings for team-building! FUCK!

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Whatever!

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So I applied for leave and submitted it to my boss anyways, telling her that my trip to Beijing was already paid for and I cannot cancel it.

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And you know what she fucking told me???!!!

She fucking said, "I won't sign this yet. Will discuss with HR first cause I want everyone to attend the team-building".

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

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This is the last family trip I'm ever gonna go for lorr and it's already been paid for. Mummy has been planning this trip for like the longest time cause she has to plan it around Jojo's, Sarah's and Daddy's time and schedule, and now, I might not be able to go because of some dumb team-building??!!

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No lorr....if my leave is not approved then I'm gonna have to fucking resign.

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But I'm just praying and hoping that the company don't think I'm important enough for me to HAVE to attend this damn team-building.

Bunga Problems

I had no idea flowers can be such a hassle.

It was ONLY flowers. And not like a whole variety of flowers.

It was ONLY sunflowers.

That's all I ever wanted. That's all I ONLY wanted.

And even then, talking about it gave me a headache ">_<"

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Met up with MunYeeTheBungaPerson on Saturday, hoping to solve the flower issue.

Instead, we came up with more issues.

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Fatty gave me problems too.

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"Make that 20 corsages lah"

"-_-' That's too little lah..."

"Who you wanna give to....the whole world?"

"*_*' not the whole world...important people lah"

"20 not enough arr..?"

"...no...."

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Of course not!

How can 20 corsages only???

My bridesmaids = 4

Groomsmen = 3

Best Man = 1

Dad & Mom In Law = 2

My mommy and dada = 2

My 1st reader = 1

My brother-in-law = 1

My emcees = 2

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That's already 16.

What about those helping me at the registration and those who are helping Fatty when he comes get the bride.

20 is definitely NOT enough lorr.

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And this is ONLY the corsages okay.

I do not even want to start on the flowers for church, my hand bouquet, my bridesmaids' bouquets, car decorations, flower for hotel's ballroom, flowers for walk-in, table centrepieces, bla bla bla.....i'm running outta breath...

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I can foresee planning this wedding is NOT going to be as simple as I thought.

And I AM going for the simple-est yah.

Dumb Blonde In The Carpark

I used to visit Pyramid like on an almost everyday basis. I don't know why but it was like the best place to hang out and there was no where else I'd rather be seen at other than at Pyramid. So, there I will be, hanging out, walking around, shopping or just there because I have nowhere else to go to.

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So, because I frequent there so damn often, I even had my own 'usual' carpark. I don't know if they purposely kept it available for me. Or if it was just my luck. Or there was something wrong with that place that nobody else wanted to park there. Whatever it is, it was always empty whenever I was there. Maybe got hantu.

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So one day, as usual, I went there for lunch with BigSisterAlly.

She worked around that area, so it was only right to go to Pyramid for lunch.

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We ber-borak borak, had our lunch and borak-ed somemore. Finished our lunch and continued to borak as we walked out to the car.

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As I was fishing out my car keys from the hand bag, a suspicious looking guy walked passed us, tall, skinny, long dirty curly hair, flashing a key-like tool in his right hand.

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At first, I paid him no heed, thinking he must be some mat motor who was lucky enough to actually own a car. Either that or being the idiot mat motors always are, he parked his bike in the carpark.

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But as I saw him heading towards my car, which I could see peeking out from behind another car, I started getting a little suspicious. What the fuck was he doing walking towards my car.

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And all my senses came to attention.

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I started walking a little faster when I saw him slip between my car and the other car, and when he bent down to try to unlock my car door, my heart was practically thundering in my throat!

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Who the fuck does this fucker think he is to think that he can steal my car???!!!

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And at the same time, I was confused. Of all the nice looking cars around, why was he stealing MY car???

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And so, with as much energy as I could sum up, I ran as fast as I could on my high heels, although I kept tilting to the right, and shouted in my utmost thunderous voice,

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"HEY! THAT'S MY CAR YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL!!!!".

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I could hear BigSisterAlly running after me as well, but seriously, at that moment, I was more concerned about the car than her. I mean, if my car gets stolen, it's not like as if she has another one to send me back to work on time with.

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The mat motor immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at me (in a really shit-not-another-crazy-woman way, now that I think about it) when I came to a clumsy halt in front of him.

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And then, it hit me. HARD.

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He wasn't fucking stealing my car.

Hell, it wasn't even my car that was parked there.

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And bile started rising in my throat as panic hit me.

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If my car wasn't here, then where the hell was my car???!!

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"Where the FUCK is my car!!??"

I demanded from the now poor boy standing and gawking at me like as if I was insane.

I guess I must have looked it, what with my curly hair all over the place, eyes raving mad, clothes in a mess from that 100-metre dash, and glaring at him accusingly for stealing my car and hiding it somewhere else.

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"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAR???!!!" I demanded again, turning around to look at BigSisterAlly, whom, I might add, was also staring at me like as if I'd gone stark raving mad.

What the hell is wrong with these people???

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"Erm...Kristy, that's not your car," she said softly.

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"THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS IT???!!!"

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She turned around and pointed behind me. "There".

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I followed her finger and saw my car, parked there. Parked where I parked it when we came in earlier. Without anyone stealing it.

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And then I remembered. My 'usual' space was taken up when I arrived today, so I parked somewhere else. And I blindly, like a chicken without head, ASSUMED I parked where I 'usually' did *SMACKS HEAD*

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I could feel my face turning red as I turned back to face the guy who was now frowning at me. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

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"Eheheh...." I started, knowing how absolutely retarded I sound. "I'm sorry...."

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BigSisterAlly burst out laughing and pulled me towards my car. And she couldn't stop laughing at all.

And as we got into my car and reversed out, I could still see the guy standing there, outside his car, looking at us drive off with his jaw dropped open.

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I looked at the hysterical hyenna laughing beside me, then looked at the guy through my rearview mirror again. Fuck!

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**This happened to me a loooong time ago but it's not something I will ever forget**

Non-halal

Hello?

Have you called your sister yet?

Erm....no

Well, you better call her cause she mengamuk, say her sisters never call her worr.

-_- Okok, I'll call her now

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Heya! So, how did you do?

I got 7 A's!!!!!

Wow, 7 A's! Congrats!

Thank you!

Okay, byeeee...

Bye!

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I'm sure you could tell. I WASN'T surprised she got 7 A's for her SPM.

In fact, I was already EXPECTING her to get 7 A's. Maybe more. But nothing less.

But mummy was anxious cause she dreamt that Sarah got 4 D's.

I'm sure you could even tell that Sarah herself wasn't surprised she got what she got.

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I remember back when I was sitting for the exam so many aeons ago.

I was never aiming for 7 A's. Heck. I wasn't even aiming for 2 A's.

That's how smart I was.

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So the proud parents decided to treat all of us to a tasty dinner at El Cerdo on Cangkat Bukit Bintang.

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It's a German retaurants that serves really good authentic German dishes, but their speciality. PORK.

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Baby pork knuckles. Adult pork knuckles. Yummylicious pig's tongue. Pork ribs. Braised pork. Grilled pork. Barbequed pork. Pork this. Pork that. It's ALL about pork. And it ALL taste too good too!

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And everywhere you look, you see pork. There are hundreds of different pictures of cute little pigs decorating the interior of the restaurant. From cartoons, to abstract art, to real pictures, to little piggie toys, gold ones, pink ones, silver ones, pigs made out of metal....it's just all about pigs.

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And we ate like pigs too.

And I drank like a fish.

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And walked out red. Unbalanced. And laughing my head off at everything.

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But I swear I wasn't drunk. Just a little happy.

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They have this special dish, called the Spanish Suckling Pig.

And it's really special because when it is served to your table, it comes in the shape of the whole baby pig.

No, you don't tear it apart like how you eat a whole chicken.

This is where the special part is.

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You have to use a plate (given to you by the staff there of course) to cut the pig into pieces.

You know, like instead of using the butcher knife to chop, you use your plate.

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And then when you're done, you break that plate.

I guess it's cause you chopped the pig with the plate, so you have to get rid of the evidence.

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So, while we were dining, we could hear plates smashing every other minute.

No, we didn't order that dish.

But MamaYen said, we should go there the next time we have our PR bitching session.

Then we can smash all the plates we want to vent our frustration.

Eccentric Eyebrows

Seriously, I don't know where I even find the time to blog.
Work is killing me.
Personal time is killing me.
I guess this blog is the only thing that is keeping me alive "-_-"
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Eccentric turned ONE
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on Saturday.
The party was at Modestos Hartamas and the guests were beautiful.
The 'mamasan', HotTemperedJinee, was at her peak, basking at everyone, accepting her 'Congrats' gracefully and getting pissed drunk.
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BlossomMich and I were happily hopping around, snapping pictures like as if it was OUR party, and downing whisky by the dozens.
Typical Malaysian kiasu-ness lah....free drinks = down more.
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DrunkardDougie dragged me in to take part in some game on the dance floor with spotlights shining down on me.
It was the Spelling Game.
And we had to spell Eccentric with our ass.
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"I don't have much of an ass lah" I whispered to Mr. DJ, hoping to escape from the game.
"It's okay. Chinese girls usually don't have ass anyways!" he said into his mic.
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-_-'
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I SUCCUMBED
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and went to do it ">_<"

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Not that I'm defending my case or anything, but I've actually been contemplating to get it done a long time ago but never actually got to doing it.

So when I saw BlossomMich's eyebrows and eyelashes, I gave-in to that desire.

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I went to get my eyebrows permanently coloured onto my face and got my non-existent lashes permed.

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Yups, that's what I did!

NOT RIGHT!

I wore a very pretty dress to work yesterday.

It was from Cats Whiskers.

And Fatty came to pick me up for lunch.

When he saw me in a dress, his whole face litted up.

And I glowed inwards.

I know I'm more of a pants-shorts girl.

And not into dresses or skirts.

And whenever Fatty sees me in a dress.

He's reminded that Femme's a GIRL.

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And so when I got into the car.

He looked at me lovingly.

A grin spreading from one ear to the other.

He kissed me and hugged me.

I thought, wow, I should put on a dress more often.

If this is the reaction I get from my man.

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And so we arrived at the restaurant.

Where we were to have our lunch.

And I stepped out of the car,

A spring in my step

Because I felt I looked good.

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Fatty winked at me and held my hand.

And whispered, "You look really nice today"

I grinned widely and asked mischieviously,

"Why, oh why?"

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He looks me in my eye and said very lovingly,

"Because....."

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"Because you look like a happily married woman and a mother to my kids"

>_<

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Femme is NEVER wearing that dress again.

The Twins' First

Some champion decided to go flood her belly with chili padi last night.
And has been purging eversince.
-_-'
Way to go, dumbass femme.
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TWINS BRING HOPE FOR SOME
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imagine the amount of icing on this!

UmaAnn and AnnUma had a birthday celebration for their twin girls who turned 1 on March 1st. But of course, knowing how all these aunties and uncles are terrible when it comes to attending parties on weekdays, they made the party on Saturday evening.
4pm.
to be precise.

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So there were no excuse at all for all the terrible aunts and uncles to miss it.
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Sneha & Shaina

Seeing as the twins won't be able to appreciate (or remember) the party, UmaAnn and AnnUma invited 25 children from Rumah Hope to come celebrate and take part in the fun and games with the twins and their guests.
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The smiles and laughter from the children were priceless.
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And it was obvious they enjoyed themselves tremendously.
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Each of us were given a name of a child and we were told to get 'our child' a gift.
Our child (fatty & mine) was a 6 year old girl called Tarshini.
So, excitedly, we shot off to 1u on Sat, before the party, to get our child a gift.
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Seeing as the children were from a home, we decided to pamper our child.
So we went straight to Toy r' Us and got her a beautiful Mermaid Babrbie from the Mermaidia Collection (which was NOT cheap) as well as a nice fluffy real-life looking bunny to play with.
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Looking through all these Barbies, and Polly Pockets and Little Ponies and soft toys brought out the child in me.

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Fatty ended up paying for a Mermaid Barbie, TWO fluffy real-life looking bunnies and a gorgeous blue Little Pony from the Cascade collection.

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Imagine how happy our little Tarshini would be when she received the toys!
I know I was happy with my own fluffy real-life looking bunny and my blue Little Pony *grin*

So happily lah I pranced around looking for my little Tarshini when we got to the party.

There were kids everywhere and it was difficult to look out for a 6 year old girl.

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And then I found Tarshini.

And SHE was a BOY!

A 12 year old BOY!

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no, this is NOT Tachini. this is Hock Pun

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Imagine my horror when I saw my little Tarshini sitting there....not the cheerful little girl I imagined, but a notorious, grumpy little thing, sitting alone and frowning at everyone. And his name.....NOT Tarshini....BUT Tachini.

-_-'

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The party went really really well and I think the children all went home happy.

Not too sure about my 'little' Tachini though.

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That night, Fatty brought me down to Petaling Street for the famous calypot lo shu fun.

Sooooo yummy! Just thinking about it now is making me salivate....*sluuuurrrp*!