Back from my long holidays.

New York is the place to be during Christmas. It was fantastic. Too bad we had to leave before the New Year’s celebrations. We missed the Big Apple Countdown. But Nabil and Najib promised to send us a video footage of the celebration.

Met Zizi in Paris. Lucky for her, we were there to help her checked-in the extra baggage. My oh my, that girl not only have extra baggage to bring home, but she puts on extra weight too. Zizi was Qhairul classmate in primary school malay class. Just look at her now... travel the world on daddy's credit card. Ten thousand dollars in 4 months! Glad that Qhairul is serving his NS. But if he ever wants to travel to study, I will work on all fours just to make sure that he gets what he wants. And there is always Papa and his Black Card.

We stayed in Paris Renaissance as Zizi had to vacate her luxurious apartment on her last days in Paris. They put her up in a tiny room shared with 5 others. Poor girl had to use the loo at the Japanese Restaurant across the apartment if she needs to do her daily business. She was all thankful when we asked her to bunk in with us. But she has to do all her packing herself at the apartment, as there were too many "sprawlies" as she called them. I just don't want to know about the packing part. The good thing was, she managed to make her way and did not miss the flight, thank goodness. We were at the airport 2 hours before the 12 pm departure, and there was no sign of her... until we saw a tiny figure lugging 3 big luggage. Thank you Eugene for helping her pack. If not for the big guy, Zizi's purchases of her 4 months shopping spree, would not fit into those luggage.

Her Dad was not very pleased when he picked us up at the Changi Airport. That's Zizi's problem to handle. I don't want to get in between Abang Zul and his daughter. One mumbling and the other chattering.


Oh Yes, thank you for the tagger who hid behind a-two-letter name QQ, for the remarks given.

Yes, I don't have anyone to share my tales with, as I don't need to. That's the beauty of the internet. I don't have to waste on telephone bills to call anyone just to gossip about others or to tell my stories. Just like you, they come in here 24/7. They even regard this website as their office clocking system. It only proves that they love me very much. They even asked their friends to visit my page. Isn't that great?!

I don't travel, and spend my money just to share my stories with those who doesn't deserves to know about my stories. I spend my own earnings, for my own personal indulgence that bring happiness to my children and I.

What can you say about you? Nothing. Not only you have nothing good to say, you even hide behind your keyboard, and trying to trample upon others with your notorious remarks. Coward as coward can be.

Hah!

Since I don't have to share anything with anyone in this page, all pictures of our travel courtesy of Sony Cybershot and Canon Powershot are made available at SirCumAlot.