here i am.. sitting comfortably in front of my computer.. suddenly..

"EDNA!!!" a voice boomed.

*gasps as i whirl around in my chair*

what do i see? my dad aiming his gigantic camera at me. imagine those huge-ass'd paparazzi typa cams with a slightly shorter lens k..
[oh, and to explain that booming part above.. whoever's heard my dad's voice ought to understand that instead of speaking. he booms]

"aiya.. pa! what are you doing!? erm.. *smiles stupidly while worrying about my oily face* *click* erm. okay? *click* huh.. how many *click* are you gonna *click* take? fine. *smiles again* *click* *whrrrrrrrriilll*"

omg. my dad. he took 5 oily shots of me! hmmm. i wonder if my blush would appear? haha.. am experimenting with blusher now y'see.. but aiyo. 5 shots. just to finish his roll of film. my dad lor.. haha. so cute

gonna turn 21. have to be more hiao. *nods* no longer youthful. aie

nice way of ending the day i suppose. it made me laugh. *beams* well, so did the birthday song by the waiters at muthu's curry today. hahaa. and the person who served us was an indian called stalin. his brother? lenin i'd bet. hahaha. but the song was a nice touch. heh

a big thanks to the jies for the birthday gift. the scrapbook's really really cool. thanks for putting in all the effort an time.. am touched.

2 more days of being a young adult. bah.


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