had some good buka yesterday over at aunt's place in bishan. the kids had this halloween party thing after buka so they went trick-or-treating on every floor of both the condo towers. i'm getting too old to join in these kinda things. they didnt get much candy or no candy at all or so i heard. which singaporean practices giving out candy on halloween?

the bbq was so good, i kept eating and eating and eating and eating. cuz the prawns were delicious and the fish was OMG nice. it made me crave for ikan bakar from johor more. so after awhile of eating too much, me and 2 of the older cuzzins + a young one went out in search of a playground and played swings. i absolutely love swings. i won them all in terms of how high can you swing. a 20 yr old who cant let go of some kiddish habits. S-A-D.


high high~

and then we went on to another playground which has a pyramid you can climb. these kids i tell you ar, so hyper. (-_-)" tyuuuu..



and then somewhere along the way......................

and then this kid. he's such a cutie pie. he's 4 and is a malay but looks like an african. his curls play a part in him looking like one. and coincidentally, they're now living in africa for about a year or so. he absolutely has no african blood. and he's so vain! he likes to look at his picture once he's been snapped. aaawwww!

there are so many things i'm aware of. but can't say, or even side. everything is dumped in me, and i feel helpless cuz i can't let it out. all i can do is just watch and see what happen's next, and hoping things will get better. but for now it doesn't seem so. FYP is a jinx.

everything's falling apart.