For once, and this has never happened before in my memory, but for once, I have absolutely nothing to talk about. I'd call it writer's block, but that would be giving me too much credit as a blogger. No adolescent blogger can truly be called a writer.

Okay so what happens is, when a blogger has absolutely nothing to talk about, no event, no nothing, they usually describe their day. That's a splendid idea.

SO my day started off yesterday unusually early. Nadia was banging her books and her bags and the cupboard doors all the time while getting reading to school, my eyes just flew open. Why, Nadia, must you make so much noise when you get ready for school? Pity your sister please. She doesn't have school like you.

I couldn't go back to sleep even after Nadia bid goodbye and went off. So I decided to wake up and clean my room. HAHA. Okay no I didn't do that. I just listened to music all the way until eleven when I had to help Hakim get ready for school. I love sending Hakim to school.

So, me and my brother were having intellectual conversations about his days at school. He complained to me while on the way to school. This is how it went:

Hakim: Kakak, why do I have to go to school?
Namira: To be smart. You want to be smart, right?
Hakim: You can teach me Kakak.
Namira: No I can't. I'm too busy.
Hakim: But Kakak, you just sit at the computer or listen to music or sleep.
Namira: Well I'm not busy now but I will be.
Hakim: Why?
Namira: I'm going to school soon you know.
Hakim: Oh yeah. JC. The blue school. What's the name? Aladdian?
Namira: Meridian, sayang.
Hakim: Ohh. Kakak?
Namira: Yes?
Hakim: When are you going to get married?

You see, my brother is just as random as I am.

So I gave him a kiss and he went off. I watched him walk into the school. He's so grown up already. Sooner or later, he'll be complaining to me about amaths or girls and that's when I'll really break down.

From then, I was thinking about other stuff and researching. Then I had to go and pick him up again. Why is my life so mundane?

I went out a little earlier than expected so I decided to walk around my neighbourhood. I sat down and listened to more music when I saw something I didn't want to see.

You know those foreign workers? People call them Bangla or Mamak but I think that's very rude. So I call them foreign workers. Well I saw one, middle-aged, dark-skinned wearing a white Pasir Ris Crest Secondary School P.E T-shirt. Purple house.

WHAT.

Duane, did you throw yours away?
Well I know where it went.

I was so gobsmacked at how anyone could have thrown theirs away that I kept looking with my mouth hanging open. And I think he got the wrong idea. Ew.

I went to fetch Hakim and the first thing he said to me was 'Kakak, what are you doing here? I don't feel like walking. Where's abah?' You're too spoiled Hakim.

While walking home with our neighbours ASYURA and her mommy, Hakim and Asyura were really bonding if you know what I mean. They kept pushing each other, Hakim kept pulling her braids, Asyura kept coming over to Hakim and standing next to him.

OH MY GOD SO SWEEEEEEEEEEET.

And when I asked Hakim about it he just said 'Ew I hate girls.'

Tsk. Hakim Hakim.

Okay I'm too lazy to type anymore.

My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

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