There are times when I dread going to Orange. And no, it's not because of the 3 hour-drive. or the lack of mobile coverage. or even the fact that i've gotta layan the nephew and then take in his attitude.


The two brothers. Seriously. We've got good great genes running through our veins.

It's all the eating that i'm terrified of. every. single. time. i. go. to. Orange. i. gorge. myself. silly.


He knows when to be demure and camera-shy...oh the little genius.

Antipasto spread. Camembert cheese. Pate. More cheese i can't remember the names. Rhubarb cake. Butter cake. Fu Chok Tong Sui. Chinese spread. Chorizo and scrambled eggs. Chocolates. Lollies. Steak sandwich. Hot chocolate. Risotto. 2 kgs of cooked tiger prawns. Roast chicken. Cake with dollops of King Island cream. and. it. was. the. thickest. creamiest. cream. evar.


And he knows when to win your heart over...with his teeth.

and the best worst part:

Wine for dinner, breakfast, lunch, dinner, breakfast, and then lunch.

And then..intersperse it with Heineken.


Isn't it wonderful how he's gonna be a leftie?

MMmm-mmm... i really should stop going to Orange.