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# 64

Saturday, April 11, 2009 { 1:41 AM }

My mother said the fingers look like gingers since I'm not done with the nails. Some of my friends said that the fingers are too dark while one of my friend said that the fingers look like a vegetable! How on earth can these fingers look like a vegetable!? That was pretty weird.

Oh, I was very excited when my Art teacher approved my layout and I could transfer it onto the canvas. Yes! I've started painting on the canvas already!

Anyway, I'm back and I think I don't want to go on a short break for now. I just miss blogging so much and I always have the urge to update! It won't hurt to publish a post, right?

On Thursday, we had our Mother Tongue oral. I think I did it badly. In fact, I really did badly. When I was having the conversation with the teacher, I realized that I wasn't good at speaking. My language was so horrible and I wondered how I got into the first class. It was about handphones. I had to tell them the advantages, disadvantages and how the parents should monitor their children when using their handphones. I didn't really know how to explain and it took me a long time for me to search for the words that I wanted to use. It sucked when I only knew the English word but I had to think hard and search for the Malay translation.

Today, or should I say yesterday, was Good Friday. I didn't do much at home, except for cooking a packet of instant noodles for breakfast. At noon, I went out with my parents to Suntec City, on a mission to search for the wanted top. I was disappointed and it was the second time this kind of incident happened. The top was already gone. Oh well, I'm used to it. Maybe it wasn't my luck or something. On a happier note, I bought something else. My parents and I spent some time standing in the middle of the store, deciding on which dress should I buy. It was kind of cute to see my parents made the decision. They would stare at the dresses and then would tell one another which was nicer. Then, my father was so pissed off when I couldn't choose either one of the dresses and he told me to buy the both of them. I was surprised that he was in a generous mood. I didn't expect that! I was smiling all the way, but I don't know why I had the feeling of guilt. I just love him! We thought of going to the new mall in Tampines. Since we didn't have much time, we went home instead.

At night, we went to Simpang Bedok to have our dinner with the rest of my relatives. It has been a long time since we last went out to have dinner together. It was kind of nice to have dinner with them. We spent the night talking and I reached home exactly at midnight. Now, I'm here updating and waiting for love to give me the signs to call him up.

I'm so looking forward to next Saturday's family gathering at my cousin's place. She's getting married next month and she's the first granddaughter to get married in our family! How exciting!

Okay, shall not talk much. I need to call love soon! Good night and have a great weekend!

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