Somebody's thirteen. I wonder who?

MY TOBBY , OF COURSE!!!

He's thirteen and he's mine!

The Next Top Model pose.

Cousins.

Bobo and the Princess.

Thriller gone wrong.

The Jing Bang.

Inspiration floodeth the mind.

I'VE GOT TWO STORIES TO WRITE.

Not one, not three, not eight hundred and twenty-four but TWO stories to write.

To tickle the mind, excite the nerves and promote laughter. It shall have my signature all over it.

PRINCESS PROPERTY.

Toodles. I go to write.

What is and was.

There was a soliloquy at the end of my tongue that lost its way to the tips of my fingers as I approached the keyboard. Why, I ask myself? It was a pretty good example of my current status. As Lord Augustus would say, "...demmed good...."(repeatedly).

Somehow, it escaped.

No, actually it was a blinking orange light. Sheesh, the frail heart. I need cardio steroids. Any reasonable prescription anyone?

You know what? I will write it. YES I WILL!!!

That's because Royalty doesn't back down.

For the sake of 6 S's

I jumped the pagar for these peeps.
The joke about being flat. I shall not embarrass Susu. So I shan't speak.

PEOPLE, RELAX! BREATHE EASY! THE C-DRIVE IS OKAY. (This explains the burst of posts which follows after).

It's a PAD!

Not in the sense you're thinking, you dirty fools!

I meant, the Prefect's Annual Dinner.

There was this blackout, and suddenly, April screamed out loud, "Rishen, STOP GROPING ME!" Very prefect indeed!

Into the light, out of the very 'romantic mood', darkness and all, we found matching ties.
Old people like to smile, it helps them look younger. See all that pearly white.

From left: Albert, Charmaine, Leonard.
She claims that everybody wants to be a cat. I'd say that's a disgusting notion. I'd much rather kick cats.
Charmaine delivering her last speech. She started off by shutting up the Form Fours saying that would be the last. What a load of nonsense. We wonder how Sharleen survived.
Puan Rohaidah's turn.
A scandalous break with April.
Sharm entertaining us.
Beauty Queens. Drool.
"Ladies, check out my booty!"
The best dressed men.
The winners.
Emcees for the night.
Oh, the drama!
Pretty maids all in a row-oh-oh....
From left: April, Albert, her Highness in all awe and beauty, Princess Rowena and Sharm.
Rishen trying to be more macho, Albert constipating.
Rishi's Angels. Saved him from emceeing.
Cam-whoring gone wrong.
Two lovely ladies. You may now drool.

Up North and Back Again.

We begin our trip to Kedah. To officiate our arrival at Penang, here's a butt shot from Rishen.

Thank you. That will be all.
Messes.
Fire crackers.
Daddy retrieving childhood.

Can only mean one thing. Holidays.

The following pictures will show you what an awesome photographer I am. plus, for those of you who have never been on a ferry to Penang, the following pictures may want to make you do so.

I rock.

The berth area. BERTH not birth. There's no pushing needed.
View below from on the ferry.
Lone ranger.




Bye Bye!