can you tell me how to get…

i’m beginning to see a pattern here.

weekends = bbq!

but i think daddy enjoyed himself tremendously eating the bbq-ed food on saturday to celebrate my brudder rayhan’s first birthday. he (daddy, not rayhan) raved about the buttered prawns and kept going back to discover more things to eat.

being the helpful little person that i am, i thought i’d give them a hand (in return for my daddy’s apparent gluttonous behaviour ha ha).

satay, anyone?

that’s my daddy and the other daddies (eh wait, got one non-daddy-cum-non-liverpool-fan sesat to the left, to the left). they watch too much football.

that’s the birthday brudder with the mummies and aunties (and one hot lil babe, feewitt!). they watch too much… desperate housewives?

and being the helpful little person that i am (as you may have gathered by now, and which i reiterate), i busied myself with the distribution of fruits. but i kept getting distracted by these pair of googly eyes looking at me. reaally creepy, i tell ya.

gerrit off me!

… how to get to sesame street!