of brothers and cousins

one thing great about doing anatomy is that you get to use cool names, cool latin names.

eg how can you not grin when you hear "gluteus maximus"?

and "phalange" just reminds me of Phobe aka Regina Phalange...

"Rachel, you have to get off the plane now. It has no phalange"....

that scene is always a classic with me.

but then again, me and anatomy have a love-hate relationship.

unlike biochem, which is a total disaster of a relationship, totally dysfunctional with it being the dominant, OCD party.

so this week being my brother's 18th, just got to make a big deal of the occasion i guess. just gotta celebrate the whole-turning-legal-and-possibility-of-getting-jailed thing.

being the nice sister that I am (contrary to the above meanie picture), I decided that a BBQ party will be just dandy for him. and being the nice sister I am, I morphed into David Tutera (ohhh, how I MISS that show!!! blah~~~ digressing) and got the stuff going with some helper muscle of course (eg my little baby cousin and of course, the boy). one cannot lug back 6kg of meat on one's own, especially if one is a small-sized, puny-muscled, 20-year-old female.

and thanks to PheyYee and Jacq who helped run the BBQ!!

we uni students, feel so ooollldddd compared to the Trinity-ians.

the guys could resist posing with the soccer ball candles that I was excited to find in this party supply store. a random shot... a really, really random shot. how can you not look at the above picture and not grin??!!the boys enjoying their cakes and leaving me just the crumbs.
then the rest of the night was just spent at the arcade and taking pictures.

p.s. i love my camera!! yay-ness... thanks to my lovely parents!!