Intruders Alert : Reporters in My Territory

This may be another normal Sunday.

Same church, same pastor (pastor Judah... somehow, he's kinda dry, after his marriage this February), same breakfast, same things!!

But now, revolution.

Erm... not French Revolution, of course.

2 reporters, are in my house. Reporters, as in news reporters~

Their card~

Yea, there's a murder in my house... mom just murdered a kampung chicken.

Lolx~

Damien make-up-ing, using MY mirror...!!

K, they are here to experience mom's cooking.

Damien said, "I'm gonna be famous~!!"

"Get out!! We need to look good, alright?!"

Suddenly, I felt so... proud and 'chuan', haha~

Is this a dream or what, mom being interviewed??


*Purposely made blur to keep their identities secret (which you already know who they are)*

The photographer is one tall guy, he can barely walk in the door.

Well, at least that's my estimation.

Candid camera, yes?? Un-cooked food~

You should really check out the size of the photographer's camera.

Personally, I think it looks nicer than Calvin's.

*Sorry if I hurted your camera's feelings, Calvin.*

The flash unit is huge!!

And the lens are humongous!!

You know the size of the camera through this bag~

Mom and Damien posing with a bowl of oyster rice~

Mom demonstrating how to make spring rolls~

Is a waterfall forming at the opening of your mouth??

Quality and quantity~

Come to my house and dine, everyone is welcome~

That is, if you are rich with cash (preferably sterling pounds, US dollars, Sg dollars, Australian dollar and RM).