Iwan turned 6 yesterday. My family and I was invited to his party.

I've never attended a kiddy's party in ages man. But as far as I can remember, I think this kiddy's party is one of the best I've been to in my life. Yes, including my own party when I was a kid.

Cos there's.......







C'mon man, back in those days, we don't get hired clowns to our parties man. We get like small party packs and "Okay thanks for coming".

Geez.. kids these days.


Iwan is in the one in the grey shirt above.

If you aren't a regular reader of my blog, Iwan is the lil kid that my mom babysits since he was 3 months old. So basically, he's really almost like my own brother.


Mr. Funny Clown is hilarious. It's no wonder kids like clowns. Well at least most of them do.







The Statue Dance game is so classic man. I think the last time I played it was when I was hmmm.... 9?


Mr. Funny really entertained the kids and us adults too. Hey c'mon, even the parents were laughing their bellies out man. Not only at his jokes and tricks, but also the kids' reactions and words.

Kids do say the darnest thing ya'know.


Well there was one thing Mr. Funny Clown didn't know, which was that it wasn't only Iwan's birthday. But it was also Iwan's cousin, James' 8th birthday.

So when playing the games and such, Mr. Funny often picked Iwan and didn't really paid 101% focus on James. Well as you know, kids. They get pretty errr...

Ahah yeah. That's James, Iwan's cousin. Really cute huh.

The party was full of cute kiddies, and I just loved snapping candid shots of them. Especially when they're laughing, or jumping or enjoying. Pretty shots.











Ahhh. Lil' kids.

Sometimes it's nice being a kid again huh. Have no worries and stress.. where your exams in kindie is still really easy to score a 100 percent.. and where you really have nothing much to worry about, nothing to rush for.. except maybe for your cartoon screenings on Disney Channel..

...yeah.


It's nice to go back to then once in a while.







HAPPY 6th BIRTHDAY LIL' MONKEY IWAN!  ...and


HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY CUTIE JAMES! ;)



I've watched you grown man, lil' Iwan brat. I wonder how will you be like when you're a 17 year old,  like I am one now.





Yours truly,
Cheryl, I think clowns are fun entertainment.

"I'm way to cooool for ya boy.. that's why it'll never work....."  (Jojo's Beautiful Girl)  It's in my head dammit.

Ahah. Yeah, it's cool alright. ;D

And I'm cool too.

Why?

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Cos I fckin play CS Reloaded.

Well at least I just started to.

Ahhhahahahaha. Okay I don't even know if the picture above is the CS Reloaded one, but heck I can't find any nicer CS pictures.

I mean, I just started playing it what the heck. What d'ya expect man..

Cheryl. Playing CS. Ain't that cool? If it isn't, then I don't know what is man. Lol okay fine, kidding.

Thanks to my bunch of guy friends, they made me curious about WHY or HOW CS can be sooo addictive. (I'm still on the road of discovery though).


And I have yet to headshot any enemies, or ppl. Still trying to learn how to differentiate who's counter terroist and terroist, WHICH Ikhwan or Timontek has yet to tell me how to.

When I play, and whenever I see somebody, I'll aim and straight away shoot without realising it's my team mate or enemy. So yeah, I lantak tembak. Friend also shoot. Shadow also shoot. Whenever I see something, I'll just shoot. I tend to get very tension. Like I'm in a real war. So I must shoot anything and everthing that I see so I dont die.

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But I still die in the end.





Yours truly,
Cheryl, I'm gonna pawn ya'll one day. Or headshot. Or whatever it is. (babi damn CS freak..) lol.

(I edited my post thanks to Mr. Wan-Li, well for certain reasons.)


A pencil... A piece of blank scrap paper.... A guitar.... And someone to write me a beautiful song.

That would be sweet.

Realllyyyy sweet.







I wish somebody would write me a song, specially for me. And play it on a guitar or something so I can listen to it. Sing it to me and mean every word being sang. I definitely will treasure and remember always this very sincere and special gift.

A song.


I don't know why, but I recently fell deeply in love with songs, and more to like song writing.

Okay I don't write beautiful songs, or excellent songs, or awesome songs, or any one of the above. And it's not like I really wrote a song, but I just like it.. and I think that it is really the sweetest thing someone can get from doesn't matter who it is, family, friends, lovers or whoever.

It's just really sweet... to hear the song, and to know that it was written specially for you, composed just for you, and that the person who wrote you the song meant every word in the lyrics.


It's just as sweet as how Gerard wrote me a poem. He wrote Bren one too. And also for his girl. It's nice to know that you mean something to that person, and that there's a sincere message somewhere in that poem or song.

You know things like these can never be bought with money.


As you all know, my major examinations (SPM) is realllyy around the corner. The stress is continuously building. I tend to keep telling myself to don't stress up, and always try to find ways to keep myself out of pressure or stress.

One of the ways includes drawing, I do express myself or my state of thinking through my drawings. At times, yes, I do draw for the fun of it. But anyhow, I always put my full effort into every one of my art pieces.

I drew that as a birthday gift for Dao Wei. It's his F1 car.







I wrote songs to express how I feel, and things I'm going through that might be unforeseen to others. Like I said, I'm no big time celebrity so I cannot assure you the beauty of my songs. But one thing I'm darn sure of is that, I wrote those words and found a melody for them with a sincere heart.


I find all these sorts of art, be it music or drawing, very relaxing and sincere. Thanks Gerard for the beautiful poem. I hope you like mine too, well I wrote it and I meant it okay. Though I might not be an awesome poet, but I still hope u like it. =)


Yeah. Poems. Songs. Art pieces. Anything that is sincere.

Now that's a priceless gift.





Yours truly,
Cheryl.

Well I don't mean retarded as in mentally retarded or anything. If you aren't familiar with my blog and my friends, "retarded" in our terms often means crazy or some shit like that.

So yeah.

Ikhwan is hell retarded.

(Ahahhhhaaaha mongolian hair :P )

He was recording himself singing and sending those MSN voice clips. All of a sudden, his mic couldn't work.

After he tried again and again, it finally worked.

Well you see, the point is, normally NORMAL people would just go, "Yes, it's working!"


But Ikhwan went............................









Yes.

That's what you get from a retarded friend.

A night full of laughters.


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HAHAHHHAHAH!

Gila cool lah afro tuhh.






Yours truly,
Cheryl, a terribly tiring day. Off to bed!