Meh..

the family's camera is spoilt. so during this year's HARI RAYA, kamal cannot be a voyuer and unknowingly snap pictures of uber hot relatives going about their annual triple serving of gossip, pineapple tarts and ego busting. instead, kamal can only gawk at them, and light a faint candle of hope in his heart that one of them would actually approach him and talk to him. you see, kamal is shy. he doesn't like making the first move. although he has rehearsed several moves in his head beforehand, anxiety always gets the better of him, leaving him, very often, tongue-tied..

monetary funding from known and unknown relatives have been doing good. my cousin got married and had a child. and the most embarressing thing is that i didn't recognize her when we met. she's been MINAH-fied.. the only thing missing is that she and her husband don't go to s-league matches, where she would prance around with her baby held tight to her chest, with a cigarrette concealed between her right thumb and index finger, a shattered marital promise of disallowed post-natal drug..

tmr is gonna be a hard day if anybody brings cigarrettes.. i'll do my best to adhere to a promise with my body, that i shall never inhale tar and nicotine again.. so we'll see.. =)