Spent my entire day at my grandparents' house today, after my grandma called countless times to ask me to stop sleeping. ): She just had to wake me up.
Despite depriving me of my beauty sleep, she didn't let me paint on her nails. She says she needs to do housework and when she goes out, she doesn't want people to think that she's crazy. How is nail polish equivalent to being mad? She's vain in a way such that she needs to dress up when she leaves the house, has to keep her hair in place all the time and she sprays perfume. Yet she doesn't want nail polish on her fingers.
I had no choice but to paint on my own short finger nails. With her blood red nail polish.
After seeing my nails and commenting that it's nice, she still didn't want me to paint for her.

I'm supposed to follow my dad to Sentosa tomorrow afternoon.
He goes for work and my sis and I for the new dolphin lagoon. He said the new dolphin lagoon is ready and they have performances there already. My sis and I can purchase the tickets at half price for the VIP seating.
But, the trip's cancelled because he had a last minute meeting.
I hate meetings.

After tomorrow, I won't be able to go anymore, cause I'm packed for the week and Dad's going off to Malacca this sunday with the rest of my family.
And I'll be staying over at my grandparents'. I was discussing with my grandparents about this, like what we can do without them and stuff. I told them I'll bring them out for a nice meal and my grandpa told me to stay home and eat sweet potato porridge.
He's becoming reallyyyyyy cheeky.