Today, the band is having a performance in front of Takashimaya, the place where once I had performed so I was musing the past moments again. Miss sitting in the front row playing my clarinet, gossiping with my section whenever we’re bored and especially looking at our conductor whenever I played. I miss the band and unfortunately I can’t make it for the performance because I had to stay at home and wait for the arrival of the new washing machine. I really wanted to go and watch then perform because simply I miss those band sounds from the high-pitched flutes to the rhythm from the percussion section. Just wishing to visit them soon, especially my little-loud junior. So hoping I’ll be free on the day that they had planned the farewell. Keeping fingers cross and tight.

What would you do if you’re at home with your little sibling just the two of you and all the DVDs you have, had been watched twice and maybe even more than that and both of you don’t want to do the house chores cause both of you are tired of it and just want to have fun but leaving the house is not an option as there is a task given by your parents? That was what today is for me and my sister. We can’t go out cause we had to wait for the washing machine, the duty of waiting is laborious. So we merely decided to play some card/board/any-other-games-you-can-think-of-that-can-be-find-in-our cardboard. The game UNO can be played several other ways rather than just UNO itself. Dominos can be played as a Maths game and turned out to be a completion. We had a winner and a loser so the loser had to do forfeits. Some forfeits created by us were Ducky-walky, put both hands up in the air for at least 30mins and even paying the winner 50cents. Then I would like to elaborate more on the game we played, Guess Who. I won five games in a row. If you know how to play that game really well, you would know why I’m exceptionally elated about me winning simply because I can really read what my sister is thinking. I guess all the 5 guesses of people just like that and it made her frustrated that I kept on winning. I told her not to be a sore loser cause in life you really can’t be one. But she kept on whining and that is totally not the type of music that I would like, to enter my ears.

Siti Noorashikin really prefers this kind of music to enter gently into her ears instead.

One more thing that is fidgeting on Siti Noorashikin's non-stop-wondering mind, she wonders why she dreamt of a small-eyed monster.