My urine smells like luncheon meat.

I know the above title sounds distasteful, but it really smelled like that, after I ate with my family members and relatives for dinner. I'm pretty sure it's the food.

Unlike previous years, this time we settled at a shophouse off Beach Road in celebration of Mother's Day.

I don't know what my father was thinking when he chose that place, because the food was generally mediocre, unlike what he said was cheap and good.

Look at my brother's spastic face.

Cousin Jeslyn and I..

I seriously think I should stop procrastinating about projects or I'll suffer again. I'm sick and tired of this endless rountine.