The Moment of Truth is constantly switched on when we are having lunch. My Dad even predicts the answers answered. How does it make sense, I have no idea.
My Mom found my Standard 5 bean bags I used for 5 stones!
"Eh do you still want the bean bags? If not I'll take the rice out and cook them for dinner."
.. what has she been feeding me.
College routine begins once again tomorrow. Back to classes, assignments and journal writing. I manage to put off 2 journals for the past two weeks which concludes that I have to, now, write 3 journals (inclusive of this week's) plus, study for my mid term exams. How brilliant.
Tiger Lily is such a depressingly addictive song. Why don't we hit restart, and pause it at our favourite parts..
ANYWAY! My Merdeka eve was spent having dinner and shop hopping with parents.
My Dad bought a pair of Crocs for his evening walks because he doesn't like sneakers. He thinks running shoes have awful designs and are highly overpriced. He was incredibly excited with his buy, thus explaining the picture above of Mom and Dad opening the bag, so he could slip his new pair of shoes on.
"To get a feeling of it."
"Wah very comfortable."
When we were in KLCC, he walked into Adidas and asked if they had the same shirt design as the one he was wearing. To which the kind salesman sheepishly pointed out that he was wearing Nike, not Adidas. I swear the blur gene is genetic.
On Merdeka day, I headed out for dinner with Amelia, Jean and supposedly Sam (she cancelled at the end because her grandma cooked a whole lot for dinner) where we contemplated for a good 30 minutes before deciding on the venue.
Dinner was highly satisfying. Jean had her beef queso, Amelia had her mashed potatoes, I had my leaves. Again. Repetition of Merdeka eve's dinner order with parents. It is perhaps when you are completely bloated that you are clumsy, because when Amelia was handing over her SLR to me, I cleverly knocked a metal piece out of the hanging lamp. The couple at the adjacent table saw and laughed, while I panicked and placed a finger to my lips, signaling them to be quiet. Then we placed the metal thing on top of the ketchup bottles. I am so long-winded.
Anyway, a picture of my imaginary boyfriend and I.
"To get a feeling of it."
"Wah very comfortable."
When we were in KLCC, he walked into Adidas and asked if they had the same shirt design as the one he was wearing. To which the kind salesman sheepishly pointed out that he was wearing Nike, not Adidas. I swear the blur gene is genetic.
On Merdeka day, I headed out for dinner with Amelia, Jean and supposedly Sam (she cancelled at the end because her grandma cooked a whole lot for dinner) where we contemplated for a good 30 minutes before deciding on the venue.
Dinner was highly satisfying. Jean had her beef queso, Amelia had her mashed potatoes, I had my leaves. Again. Repetition of Merdeka eve's dinner order with parents. It is perhaps when you are completely bloated that you are clumsy, because when Amelia was handing over her SLR to me, I cleverly knocked a metal piece out of the hanging lamp. The couple at the adjacent table saw and laughed, while I panicked and placed a finger to my lips, signaling them to be quiet. Then we placed the metal thing on top of the ketchup bottles. I am so long-winded.
Anyway, a picture of my imaginary boyfriend and I.
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