Come to the end of the year, as usual everyone celebrate it by joining the crowd in some shopping center. Usually this day we should enjoy our day, we say goodbye for the 2007 and ready to welcome 2008, but for me… not thing special. I hate to go out on this day since everywhere will jam like hell. Not only the traffic.
This evening I got a birthday + farewell party for my friend Ray, who will transfer to Kuching soon. Then I thought this would be the last party for me in 2007. I didn’t plan to go for the party in Lifebook’s house since I know that I got no transport to go and the traffic will be a nightmare. My phone ring none stop just because QR really want me to join them.
45mins on the bus (just because no train will reach there, taxi? Kill me), carrying my camera and stand on the bus for 45mins, air-condition in the bus doesn’t really work so well.
Come down from the bus and walk to meet with Lifebook. The traffic too terrible and Lifebook’s car cannot turn into The Curve, so I need to walk from The Curve to almost reach his place. After tonight, I know how to walk to Lifebook’s place. (Lifebook, next time after I finished shopping in the Curve then I visit your place ya???? XP)
I hate to join the party under this kind of situation, whereby I feel hot, sweat like pig, sticky, uncomfortable… I’m sure that the first person who meet me in the halfway to the party will see the face whereby usually I didn’t show in the public, so sorry Lifebook, am I look like ‘Bao Gong’ that time when you met me?
The party was nice, all the crazy bloggers join together then sure a lot of funny thing will happen. Here I share some photos from the party.
Game Time…
All the people die in different way…
Dead… but still smiling…
This two are dead man, or they praying???
The lover was dead but why he so happy??? :P
See… see… the spy doing his job…
Oh… someone was murdered. Kesiannye…
He’s the killer??? SBB… how dare you…
Crazy Time… 12.00am… First minute in 2008…
Aiyo… Ape ni… Salji dalam rumah??? Santa!!! Santa datang… tapi… kenapa Santa ni kurus sangat??? Mana Baju Merah??? “Mak!… Salah orang… bukan Santa… tapi pencuri masuk… *lari…



