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17 October 2008
MY FIRST TRIP TO SENTOSA

my first encounter with sand.. it feels really weird.. guess who burried my feet.. my daddy!! mean right?


After awhile, i got use to the sand.. while my daddy is drinking away with Uncle Karl, i was buzy picking up sand and mummy is busy taking pictures!


Ok.. taking sand and putting it in my own plastic cup!


Evidence taken and submitted.. See.. my leg burried again.. by you know who!! (mayb he is drunk)..

Trying to pose and take a nice picture.. but abit difficult in the hot weather.. Actually cos i wanted to dig more sand.

I don't like the sea water.. look how dirty they are!!! ok.. ignore mummy she looks like she is going to shit.. but not..

Ok.. why uncle Karl at the background is drinking his life away with heineken.. i am drowning myself with cool, chilled ribena...

 Ok.. very tired.. time to rest and have a BISCUIT.. tat used to be my favourite until the milk scam came.. haiz...


~ { 12:09 AM }
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