(firstly, my condolences to diane's grandma, who passed away today. the Lord is your rock and your strength, and He will never forsake you, my lovely)

we went to walk across the old causeway for half an hour, its so eerie, not a soul there.
it was a derelict place, left barren, and deserted,
and when you see random movements you have to be ready,for any attacks, cause you never know who is trying to steal their way into this protected place.the sign on the fence clearly says,"trespassers will be shot on sight"they give no warning, so we crept in fear.

the old woodlands checkpoint,

this place is so old they actually blend oil, maybe its like their honey milk tea ice blend. wonder how it tastes.

see i told you we went across the causeway. SERIOUS (not)

this is the new checkpoint, and the old one's just RIGHT beside it. huge contrast okay.

even my little cousin adeline got scared when i showed her the picture. angela's smiling tho, maybe she likes these scary things.

trip brought out much to think of the research, for that one it was on borders and borderlands.
now, what are my concepts?
aiyo joannegay ah, use your fat empty brain and think can?

being at my dad's mom's is always amusing but annoying at the same time. she always goes 'wah, (fill in any of my cousin's names) peh peh eh, jin swee hor.' [insert big grin]
(translation: wah, (____) complexion so white, so pretty hor')
see, the Gay family has only female grand children, of whom im the 2nd oldest. Out of all of us 5 girls, im the blackest one mainly because I EXERCISE. so while the rest are nice and white, im brown, so im probably adopted and ugly. -.-

i'm not jealous,
i'm amused at the irony,
because my granny was nicknamed "little indian girl" when she was a kid.