for your acknowledgement, im back from port dickson last night. ( i sound like im writing a formal letter)

port dickson is not fun at all. i hate the beach bcos its like deserted. i hate the selesa beach resort we stayed in. and we can hardly find any restaurant in the town. the first day, we went to an oldie restaurant, we were the only customers, and the second day, we went to a newbie restaurant, still, we were the only customers.

we visited the army meseum, but sadly, it was closed. here's a conversation between me and my mum:

Me: Are we going to the army museum?
Her: What?
Me: We're going to the muzium tentera darat is it?
Her: What? Is tentera laut, not lalat.
Me: -stares at my mum.

and we went on with this tentera lalat until we got back to the resort.

well, im meeting bernard later at 11am and i will be back on friday. friday night might be the worst nightmare for this year because thats when ive to tell my mum that im not able to proceed to the accountancy degree and i want to take another course in a design college. she, obviously will be shouting like a mad woman. i hope i can handle it ):

my tamagochi is turning three soon, she's clara (:

im not in a woo-la-la mood to blog anymore.