candy-coated & covered

so as some of you may know, i have had an anonying, reddish, dry, tempting to scratch-the-hell-out-of rash on the sides of my mouth these few days. don't go all eww-y on me i tell you, why?KARMA, muahaha. yeah, anyways it ended in me calling a very blur mum & daddy

calls mum - *no one answers*

calls daddy - yessss

cheyenne - DADDY!!!i need to talk to mummy!!

daddy - why?

cheyenne - just put her on!

daddy - just tell me!

cheyenne - aiyah, you know right my....*as i was gonna continue*

daddy - nah mummy

cheyenne - -.-

mummy - yes?

cheyenne - mummy!mummy!you know right...*as i babble about how the rash got worse for about 3 minutes*

mummy - who are you?

cheyenne - i am your daugther!!

mummy - ohhhh.....which one?

cheyenne - -.-! cheyenne?!

mummy - oohhhh what lah i have 3 girls okay and you all sound the same

sighhhh, anyways ivan had a halloween party and it was in this fancy pancy place in valencia all porsche-bmw ridden. get my drift? when it was time to pick ivan and poor sally who had to tag along, we came across swarms of kids of all ages trick-or-treating in outfits ranging from the typical devil-sh monster suits to sugar-coated angels. it made me wanna get out of the car, put on a suit and join them so badly. and i saw the most adorable-est thing ever, it was a ang-moh baby about 3 years of age, his suit? a black speedo as a beach boy. when i saw him, i got the magnetic-y feel in my fingers to go straight and pinch his cheeks. seeing those kids and thinking what would happen to them if they were to be doing the same thing in eng ann/klang. hah! the media would have loads to cover on missing kids.

voila.