Some Wedding Dinner

Went back to Ipoh for some relative's wedding dinner. Extremely boring since my favourite relative family wasn't invited and I was stuck with the most boring ceremony ever. I can never keep track of how many relatives I have; I seem to see more every year. Ooh, and my all-time favourite uncle was there (I don't know what to call him. He's actually the son of my father's aunt. Ah who cares! I just call them uncle and aunt.) He and his brother kept trying to get my mother drunk until my mother 'escaped' by hiding her glass and shot off to join a table with non-drinking relatives. He was so busy being the family photographer that he didn't get to eat much of the food. In the end, he sat down next to me and used the other end of my chopstick to grab a bite or two. And jeez! Can't he ever take a joke? Do I look like the type of person who has her handphone under the table and 999 on speed dial? I swear everyone is psycho, including me. Goodness knows what's wrong with the brains of my family.

p.s. Hey! Don't take this post seriously! Anyone who reads my blog can tell I tend to blab and talk nonsense.

Special year

24th December 2009 is a memorable date for us. PMR results came out and every single Form 3 was excited. 7As, you are finally in my grasp! It is going to be a very merry Christmas for me!

News sure travel fast. In one hour, all my relatives from KL to Perak already knew about my results. Shocked me really, the way mouths work in my family.

Esther Tang Jia Wen, you'd better bring good news to me or else... :P Hopefully I'll get to see you when school starts in 1 week.

What more can I say, straight As, taking the course I wanted to take, an old friend coming-maybe-and a no budget shopping spree, this year's Christmas will definately be a special one indeed. And I don't give a damn about what that self-centered brat gets. She can get all the As in the world but she'll ALWAYS be the same emotionless brat who lives in an expensive house with mounds of gold and gets EVERYTHING she wants.

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, PUI EE!

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR DRIVING TEST TOMORROW!

Home again

I am back from Pangkor! Yay, finally home with my precious laptop. Pangkor turned out to be more fun than I imagined.

The first day I didn't do much since we arrived at Pangkor late in the afternoon. We did go to the beach and play in the water but that's just about it. Then later that night the adults went over to one of the apartments in the hotel to drink and play cards while me, my sister, Pui Ee and Pui Yan went to my room for a girls' night. We talked and watched tv.

We spent the morning of the second day going on a boat trip and snorkeling. I sliped and fell into the water and got hurt. I even pushed Ah Ting down with me. Not much to see under the water cause the water isn't clear enough. Then I spent the afternoon with Pui Yan and her sister, Pui Yee in their room playing cards and listening to music. Then we went to town-if you can call that a town-to shop for sea products. We also went for a banana boat ride. We didn't let go of our hands on the first round so we got a free round. Then we really fell into the water and I nearly got 'killed' by Pui Yan and Pui Yee. Most of the night was spent with another girls' night-with two more girls- with cards. Later that night, we went to KTV with the adults and stayed until midnight.

Last day, we went cycling around the island. I couldn't go far and we had to stop halfway. We didn't have any water with us but luckily, there was a man selling ice-cream. Saved by ice-cream! Then we have to say bye-bye and some of us went to Kuala Selangor for seafood.

The adults were crazy. They played games like beach ball with the rest of us. They can really play! I don't know about them, but I am exhausted! I think I am gonna crash.

STUPID JOB

Great. Brilliant. Some of my friends are doing part-time jobs during the holidays. I am 'working' as well, as a 'part-time worker' for a 'sweatshop' my mother works in. Isn't this fabulous? NOT! I don't even understand WHY my mother accepted the job in the first place. UMBRELLAS??? DESK CALENDER PACKING??? Goodness, this job is ridiculous. Plus I don't even get paid for that. I mean sure, the earnings go to my mother and she gives me my pocket money. Oh and I practically have to starve myself since my mother is too busy to fix lunch. Wonderful.