what a day...

My big auntie and Uncle Chatter (from my father's side) just came back from Australia. So second uncle suggested to go to DESARU fruit garden which is quite famous, i think. Anyway, we went to my 2nd uncle's school, he is a headmaster of this primary school. And he always speak to us like how a headmaster speak. Maybe because of he had a high status in the society, so he tend to look down on us--my family. Maybe because my family came from a village, poorer than my other relatives, low education, uncivilized.. That's what i think, must have reasons for all these thoughts right? 2nd uncle always said we are "kampung boys and girls". That's a humiliate to me. I'm a sensitive girl.

On the way to DESARU.
Dragon fruit tree with the flower.















A "zi sun man tang" banana tree.. because the bananas was a lot man...
A penis like tree...sorry i forgotten what that tree was...
I'm not sure whether this goat is a male or what, but it's horny when i touched his head.. what the hell... Am i that sexy and hot??? Stupid idiot goat...
somewhere at the beach.. I don't know whether that's a sea or a river.. because it's so wide..


I think this is the first time whereby my whole family photo was uploaded in my blog... hehehe.. I don't think i need to mention who is who bah...

Uncle Chatter in the car...

Had our lunch at one of the nearest seafood restaurant. The food was so so. Nothing special.

The next day, my mama was being robbed. The incident happened in the morning when my mama went for morning jog. The robbers was trying to rob her gold neclace but not successful. She say maybe because of the "Guan Yin" locker that she wearing. Anyway, she's not injured but just some muscle pain because she had a small fight with that Indian robber. As she had expected, actually is both of us expected, my dad just listen and do nothing about that by just asked her not to jog alone, instead of promise will jog with her in the future. But his promise equal to zero. I hate him. It's a long story...but mama said, he is my dad after all. To me, as long as he never slap me, he is still my father.