Time check, it’s late and I’m still not in bed trying my best to get some shut eye. I just couldn’t sleep so I decided to turn on the lappy and hang out with it since I can’t go out which is so unlike me going out alone in the very morning where dark-skinned banglas, scary-looking uncles and weird-looking mats are all out for some fun. So I’ll be safe here, hopefully, with my lappy sitting in my computer room alone trying not to get the idea of anything-that-really-could-get-me-goosebumps bump into my mind which it actually did and I’m so trying hard to really forget about it cause I’m just scaring the shits out of me.

I am really trying hard not to waste my time at home doing nothing thus I’ve been doing some house chores such as sweeping the floor and washing the dishes. I really don’t enjoy doing the dishes cause it really have a negative impact on my hands. I can already see the effect of doing the dishes as my hands now feel a bit rough so get ready hands, you’ll be pampered every night with moisturisers that will hopefully make you guys soft like the babies bottom (That’s what TV ads like to say to describe soft skin.) Plus I decided to practice some strumming on our (my sister and I are sharing.) black instrument. I'm contented that I can finally play one complete song however it's not the song that I actually wanted to really play. I played the song cause it's chords are somehow alot easier to memorise than some other songs but I don't sound that good (obviously, hahaha.) cause I'm still a beginner plus it was not tuned properly cause I really don't know how to but I did try. Due to continuous playing, my fingers are becoming redder and redder every minute and now they're sore and a little bit numb. Well, I guess, no pain not game. Before Siti Noorashikin end, she really didn’t regret buying the red mouse soft toy she found at IKEA which only cost 90 cents but she don’t know what to do with it, to pin it up at where and stuffs like that.

Siti Noorashikin wants to add something,
a little conversation she had with a nyonya
who sells water and some snacks at the shop
near JE interchange.
Me: One packet of lemon juice.
Nyonya: two?
Me: one. (Wondering why she asked two cause I’d clearly said one.)
Nyonya: take away?
Me: oh, no only water.
Nyonya: ya, take away?
Me: no, aunty. I want only the juice *pointing out to the water container* One only.
Nyonya: *shows me a plastice bag*
Me: *wondering why she showed it to me*
then suddenly,
Me: *realised that she was asking whether to take away
or to have it here*
Me: *was actually hearing the word CHAR KUEY instead of take away.
The End.