Open Wiiiide...
Over here, there's the crocodile park... On that side, is the butterfly park.. Hmmm.....
lol Let's take our daughter to see crocodiles!
Last last Saturday (I really need better time management =_=) there was a formal dinner at the house and the Bruneian princess came. I didn't really want to dress up for it but I had to. Just greeted her quickly then retracted myself into the kitchen and hung out there like the wallflower I am.
Speaking of dinners, my parents' house here is like a hotel. People are coming and going all the time that the only way to know how many bodies are staying in the house is by looking at how many plates are set out for dinner. So anyone who's thinking of going to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, you know who to call XD
Anyway, Sunday after was the first time I was finally able to go out. Yay! But my mom brought us to this mall that was all branded goods. Erk. Not for me. I'm not paying 200 for a shirt. So I just ended up buying some junk food at the supermarket section.
Last weekend we went to Melacca, a state over. It was to meet the dad's friend at a hospital but we managed to squeeze in a visit to the park. I wanted to be covered in butterflies *pouts* But they chose crocodiles. I would've at least liked to see some homocidal ones in there chomping at the gates to get at human flesh but they were disappointingly lackluster.
Creepy ass crocodiles sleeping with their eyes open ¬_¬
Earlier, or, last night, we had a nice dinner at my parent's friend's place. The conversation turned to the lavishness of the rich Saudi Arabians. Fun trivia: We used to live in UAE, and the house we lived in, the landlord was the owner of Patchi. Our neighborhood was filled with billionaires and we were considered the 'poor people'. I never know this kind of stuff until my mom tells these stories in these kind of functions.
The hostess made these macaroons herself!! *0* I heard macaroons are incredibly difficult to make so I was like, Waahh~~
Aaaand this is the shit I do when I'm bored at work.
//Well... that or write porn.
lol Let's take our daughter to see crocodiles!
Last last Saturday (I really need better time management =_=) there was a formal dinner at the house and the Bruneian princess came. I didn't really want to dress up for it but I had to. Just greeted her quickly then retracted myself into the kitchen and hung out there like the wallflower I am.
Speaking of dinners, my parents' house here is like a hotel. People are coming and going all the time that the only way to know how many bodies are staying in the house is by looking at how many plates are set out for dinner. So anyone who's thinking of going to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, you know who to call XD
Anyway, Sunday after was the first time I was finally able to go out. Yay! But my mom brought us to this mall that was all branded goods. Erk. Not for me. I'm not paying 200 for a shirt. So I just ended up buying some junk food at the supermarket section.
Last weekend we went to Melacca, a state over. It was to meet the dad's friend at a hospital but we managed to squeeze in a visit to the park. I wanted to be covered in butterflies *pouts* But they chose crocodiles. I would've at least liked to see some homocidal ones in there chomping at the gates to get at human flesh but they were disappointingly lackluster.
Creepy ass crocodiles sleeping with their eyes open ¬_¬
Earlier, or, last night, we had a nice dinner at my parent's friend's place. The conversation turned to the lavishness of the rich Saudi Arabians. Fun trivia: We used to live in UAE, and the house we lived in, the landlord was the owner of Patchi. Our neighborhood was filled with billionaires and we were considered the 'poor people'. I never know this kind of stuff until my mom tells these stories in these kind of functions.
The hostess made these macaroons herself!! *0* I heard macaroons are incredibly difficult to make so I was like, Waahh~~
Aaaand this is the shit I do when I'm bored at work.
//Well... that or write porn.