Sundays ain't that bad afterall

ARGH! Haha, that was an anxious “Argh”, because I can’t wait for the seventh and last book of Harry Potter to be released. I’m also anticipating the release of the 5th movie to in theatres. But that’s all going to happen only in JULY!!! That seems so long away, boo hoo. Deathly hallow, haha the title seems mysteriously enchanting.

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There seems to be quite a number of February babies this year. So before I forget,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON LOW JUN WEI
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS PUAH
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONG SHENG!!!

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HAPPY BIRHTDAY ALVIN!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIN HAO!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU ZHE!
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(I can’t really remember who I have wished happy birthday to, so some of these wishes may be repeats.)

Sundays are getting bearable, in my opinion, because I either, sleep for the entire day and wake up in the evening for dinner, or I occasionally go out. Today consisted of sleeping until early evening and going out to Tampinese for dinner. This isn’t good because I haven’t touched any of my homework, but I don’t really care right now.

We, or at least I, had truckloads of fun shopping for new clothes for Yvonne. However, I only managed to take a few photos before this guy came over to inform me that photography wasn’t allowed. There is an increasing number of undercover staff in shopping centres these days. There’s one at parkway MPH who always catches Yvonne for bringing food in and now there’s one at ISETAN catching people who take photos. Anyway, it was time well spent because we helped Yvonne pick out two new bottoms. She so needs new clothes seeing as how she didn’t shop for CNY.



I should really start packing my bag for the overseas trip soon. As early as it may seem to some, I’m absolutely terrible at last minute packing because I have a mother that goes ballistic if I tell her to buy a bunch of stuff by the end of a day. Oh dear, I’m being summoned downstairs to participate in this weird prayer thing my mom does every year. It involves frying, okay not frying but burning, of bamboos. It’s not that bad actually because when the bamboo gets burned in the religious bin or whatever it’s called, it sounds a bit like fire crackers!

I don’t want Monday to come!!! :(

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