Can't get enough of the Kbabes?

The standard magazine cover shit. I mean shOt.

Oh, forgot to say where we were at hor?
Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe @ Marina Square.

Ying! I actually cared more about food and forgot to check out the Yandao working at eBase you told me about!

Before the food arrived:

Food finally here! Like, finally. See how hungry we were?

Only I look like a pig? No, you're wrong lah. Zhenqin and Jiajia acting demure only. FAKERS!

Hanxu stunned by what's written on my palm.

It read: There'll be a surprise paparazzi attack on the Kbabes later in the evening.

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After Hong Kong Cafe:

What's dinner without desserts?

Jia liao giam eh, jia di eh. ^_<

Translates to: Eat finish salty one, eat sweet one. LOUSY!

Walked from Marina Square to Suntec. Such a long distance that we felt super skinny after the walk. No choice lor, we went to eat AR-SEE-KEE-LING. Skinny what, eat lah!

Ben and Jerry's. Woohoo.

I'm Speedy Gonzales when it comes to eating sweet stuff.

No more ar-see-kee-ling.

Sawadeeka!

Actually, 21 years ago, I was adopted by my parents from Thailand lah.

Zhenqin insisted that we make a trip to Disneyland.

From left:

Jiajia forever in Disneyland (Spot Da Smile in every picture she's in.)

Zhenqin just spotted Hercules with his rippling muscles (Actually there's drool at the side of her mouth. Sorry my camera's not good enough to catch that. My fault.)

I just saw Dumbo fly across the sky.

Me and Darling sister under the same roof.

Sorry we're so bored. But I told you ice-cream finish already, didn't I?!

Attempt at hearing no evil, speaking no evil and seeing no evil.

Paparazzi attack!

Fwah! The warning is actually true!

Anyway, the reporters looked at our empty ice-cream cups and exclaimed,

"Why were you girls gobbling FATS? You are SO unprofessional can!"

And they gave up on us and walked off, seeing no point in taking more photos of us, because if this goes on, we'll all soon become obese and lose our popularity.

We were like, so glad to be alone again.

End of the day, drained of all energy: