Ok. I only bought an MCR band shirt. I realise that I'm pathetically broke like $0.000000000

Ok, I'm kidding. I have like $0.60. -.-

First of all, we (my sister and I) went to Peninsula. Bought my MCR band shirt there, and she bought her skinny jeans there.

Then went to Bugis Junction. My sister wanted to find her sneakers. Couldn't find anything.

Then went to Bugis street. Saw some earrings. Wanted to buy, but I'm BROKEEEEEEE. Still, she couldn't find her sneakers.

Then went to Jurong Point. Last resort. STILL could not find her sneakers.

THEN WENT HOME! HOME SWEET HOME!

UNFORTUNATELY, peace was not with me (I wonder if this sentence is phrased correctly). My father's (noisy) friends came. What occasion is this?! Like $#%*&^$% ! My father has a Buddhist statue kinda thing, and they immediately prayed to it. WTF?!!?!?!?! What's with this religious thing. And my father burned the smokey thing, and now I'm suffocating. I'm suffering from air AND noise pollution. My poor ears are gonna bleed soon.

They even ORDERED me to find some red packets for them. Like IT ISN'T EVEN CHINESE NEW YEAR. So I just went up to the room stayed there for awhile (partly to relieve my bleeding ears and suffering windpipe) then went down and told them I could not find any.

They still got it at last, so whatever.

And now, THE SMOKE IS EVEN HEAVIER. I can't even see my fingers. Okay, I'm exaggerating. I can't even see my fingertips.

OUCH, the uncle just shouted in my ears. He isn't even 2m away from my father. I wonder how his ears survive.

That's about it.

Cuiying-