I came back from Teng one day earlier than planned. The journey was, journey-ful.
On Sunday, which was Daddy's Day but I celebrated it a week earlier because I swore I thought it was last week. Besides, my father's birthday was this week so we acted as if we wanted to celebrate the two occasions seperately. My dad's so great that he bought it. oh well.
At noon, I called Siska to ask her what day the hulabagi date is on. Apparently, SHE HAD YET TO WAKE UP. tsk, SISKA. then when I was talking to her on the phone, she said, in a very groggy voice, 'Namie, is it father's day today?'
I went to Sheng Siong with Siska to help her shop for her Father's Day dinner. I had to pick out prawns for her and tried to convince her, but failed to buy optima flour which was integral for her cookies to work!
on wednesday, I'm gonna be having my House Committee Photoshoot. Fadhil (a.k.a Firza) message all of us to let us know that we were supposed to bring an item that symbolises us. I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO BRING. Then I asked Siska then she answered PERFECTLY. like the most perfect answer evahhh.
While looking at fishballs and fishcakes at Sheng Siong...
Namira: what item do you think symbolises me?
Siska: huh? umm I don't know.
Namira: SISKA! APPARENTLY FISHBALLS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME.
Siska: no laaa.
Namira: maybe a tissue box.
Siska: ???!?!?! bring coke ah.
Namira: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE SUCH A GENIOUS!
Siska: um okay.
thank you siska!
this morning, which is a monday, I woke up with a determined aim to mug the hell out of me. I got up, watched tv for an hour, made breakfast for me and my brother (?!), dance my cheerleading dance and the Nobody- Wondergirls dance. not once did I look at my desk or notes.