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You know your weekend was well spent when you smile to yourself thinking back about the memories. Well, I'm glad I had many of such weekends, including the one that has just passed.

It's been more than a year since Redbull went to JB with us to visit my grandma. Hence, no explicit language can denote the emotions that were basking within me when he said he was tagging along.

The bus ride to JB during the time when everyone knocks off and heads back to their hometown is unpleasant WHEN I DO NOT GET TO SIT. But actually, being with my loved ones, nothing else matters that much.

Friday night was my uncle's birthday and we joined in the fun at a mini Karaoke.

My Heroine, at her most natural state.

This is what I love most about her, no pretense, no attitude, simply being herself even when whoever may be judging her.

Guys being guys, always on their gaming mode. 

My mummy seldom sings. That night was probably the third time I've heard her sing. She says she has an awful voice but I told her otherwise. You're an Angel, of course you have the voice of an Angel. 

Forever 10?


Candid #1
This is why I love candid shots.


Candid #2.

Candid #3
Man to man talk?

Candid #4
Need I explain more why I love this woman her so much? I'm a replica of her, especially our crazy sides. 

Very steady married couple we met there. My sociable mummy even exchanged phone numbers with aunty Karen. Aunty Karen's husband is the most hyperactive guy I've ever seen till now. From the moment I reached the Karaoke to the second I left, all I saw was him indulged in his own world, created his own unique (and silly) dance moves, took out the gigantic sunflowers from a vase & presented it to a man singing on stage then quietly putting them back into the vase, etc. The entire time I was occupied with my own laughters and that of others. Sing like nobody is hearing and dance like nobody is watching - this was exactly what I did that night and I realized happiness and enjoyment isn't so hard to attain after all. 

Saturday evening.

On our way to pasar malam.

His constant craving for salted egg crab was finally settled.

The only food I ate at the pasar malam was deep fried chicken skin which was satisfactory and fattening because we had to head back home for our BBQ session.

Back at grandma's house. 

JB/Malaysia has taiwan sausages that are way more fragrant & delicious than Singapore's. 

After everyone's stomachs were filled to the brims, cake cutting session for my artistic brother!

My life is, having them in it.