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Saturday, April 14, 2007

the AEM [advance elective module] certificate !! ((:





<<< this is the 2 DORAEMON mi n my brother had!!
cute rights? below is mine n on top of it is my brother's..






hahhs.. ytd we have speech day.. at NYP.. all the prize winners are suppose to go dere.. for prize giving ceremony. and i happened to be one of them.. but de cert i got is for the AEM [advance elective module].. just onli the cert, n we have to wait for hours.. and the air-condition dere is really COLD!! lols.. we reach NYP at abt 1 plus n have to had a rehearsal.. whn all the parents are seated, it is abt 4 plus le.. den de principle or whoever of NYP give a talk.. [i wana sleep]lols its bored lar.. finally it is the time for the prize giving.. it ends at ard 5 plus.. den theresa, hwee hoon n i went to SUMO HOUSE for our dinner.. lols.. [ we have free food at de theatre outside aft the prize giving but we chose to eat at amk. lols.. stupid right.. hahahs ] aft our dinner we went to amk hub.. and its the firx time i went there wors.. inside quite big larhs.. but we onli go to fairprice xtra n the shops at B1.. its ard 7 plus le.. haas. aft that we go hm seperately lors..


but haiz.. today i didn go for chem in the morning.. cuz mrs guan didn even give mi the sat paper n u noe wat.. i tink she onli didn give the papers to the 3 of us.. haiz.. i tink she have given up hope for us le lar.. or she just dun like us lors.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay