of clogs and kampong life Its Saturday. no wait its 1-friggin-am so its Sunday. Anyway what that means is that hell week is officially over. I screwed up the lab report, handed it in at 5:31 when it was due at 5:30!! and the presentation....wells we were in school till 430 AM (*gasps and sighs*) the day before the actual presentation. I had enough time to take a cab home, bathe, sleep for an hour then take a cab back to school for probably the most unprepared and terrible done presentation i've ever done, complete with eye rings and eye bags!! how terribly UNGLAM~! PHHFT!! hell with it la..at least we're over and done with it.

The daddy is back from Holland. I missed him and i'm glad he's back altho arh... he's proven once again that guys cannot be trusted with buying meaningful souvenirs! u-know-arh so many years liao, he gets to go the coolest places for business trips but he ALWAYS buys the wierdest things back. sigh. So when he calls to ask if we want anything, safer to decline LAH. Don't afterwards get your hopes up waiting for your gift and then get sorely disappointed. Like once mum requested for a nice silk scarf from europe i believe and he came back with some expensive scarf that looked like to was for some Grandma Wilma who lives up in the mountains.. it was absolutely hilarious to watch mum's awkward and unconvincing "Its bea..u..ti..ful..!" expression but still she only wears that scarf to totally dark places where nobody can see it. So anyway He goes to holland and decides to buy a miniature pair of clogs..until here it seems acceptable since clogs are some-what symbolic of the dutch..but then he buys this pair of porcelain ones that look like they had been made in China!! haiyo.. no offense to the chinese pple, i'm sure you guys have excellent craftsmanship but then you wanna buy clogs, buy one that are craved from woods or something la.. the small small one summore..sun buy and put where leh.. i give up lor.. it's currently sitting on the altar.. I guess Mother Mary's enjoyin it now.. *shrug*

And last week arh, before my dad came home.. my mum did the most classic thing you know..she forgot to order gas..then cook dinner so late we were all starvin..so she no choice..took out the gas cooker..the type we used for steamboat..but couldn't light it up.. because she didn't even put the gas in properly... luckily i was at home.. popped the gas in, locked it and VIOLA..fire.. to my mum's amazement and this was how she cooked dinner that night, KAMPONG STYLE!! dun play play arh

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