Good day people :]
Hopping in and out of blogs, friends' and strangers'. Its something I do frequently. Few selected are the daily read, and many, are my weekends catch ups. Koi's recent post reminded me of my family cny tradition. Its unwritten and unplanned rules. Where everyone gather at my place at around 10 am, only the first day. With happy face, and cash in hand.
louis vuitton handbags It happens every year, with almost everyone. Uncles and Aunts from Japan, China, United States. Wherever you are, come home for the reunion.
Ever since my brother -
Simon study abroad, smartly picked the British, which the academic calendar work differently from mine in Kangaroo-land, he has been missing the gathering for two year. The last time is in 2008. Its been a while.

Back then, many moments were snapped. Because
Simon and I would be the photographer of the day.

Look at my popo (pointing at you). She is adorable. Still "semangat" as always. And look at the number of family and relatives include myself dressed as red pocket. There are more of them, some arrived at different hour, hence, not a picture of EVERYONE in it.

A little corner next to living room. There are cushions, table, couch and bookshelf. And us posing for a picture.

Then, the front garden is our best spot to take photos with natural light. Cheeky mother I have. Love her despite the highly variable temper.

Oh em gee. Look at my hair, and the roundness of my face. Its just one year apart and I look like a fat pregnant women. But
Chelsea has grown up a lot, and getting taller each time I see her.
And here come this year's family portrait, again,
Simon is missing! Damn you. Come back~
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Chelsea transformed into a young and hot teenager. Myself trying to act young, shorten our gaps of 8 years. Papa and Mama still loving and supporting as always.
With love and compassion,
S.C