It’s sunday. I woke up at 11. Ofcourse and as usual, dad will make a lot of noise coz I woke up just too late. a-bit-sad-lah! I study from Mon-Fri, work on Sat and Sun is the only day I wake up late and he’s unhappy. Duh.

Afternoon, we went shopping. I only got myself a pair of jeans. Other jeans don’t fit my backside, coz my backside is small. Actually Calvin Klein Jeans just nice for me, but there’s a hole on the jeans (it’s design lah, quite stylish actually!)! Mum did not allow me to buy it coz she’s pantang! “New year cannot buy torn clothes n pants! I’m very pantang!”, that’s what she said.

After dinner (noticed almost every blog post has “after dinner”?), we went for ice cream. The dumb workers there weren’t even familiar with the prices. They made it worse coz they cannot even speak (english or malay) properly. We just can’t understand her.
Felix: “Are they dumb?” (Whispered into mum’s left ear)
Mum: “Very.”
It’s practically hard to even get mum to say someone’s stupid lah. I got my cone, bit it once and the cone broke into few pieces. I looked at the malay lady. She said “oh, it’s normal.” Oh what the; not my first time having an ice cream cone okay.

Oh by the way, last night, I was using a face mask by Clinique that mum offered me. When I woke up, my face had red red patches. Sucks; the mask burnt my face. =( Trying to get aloe vera gel to help fix my face faster.

i’m the future millionaire okay! (bad colours!) Mum says this shirt is rubbish.

Toilet complaints? Lost and found children?