… that you never know when you’re giving out much more personal happenings than people would like to read, or when you don’t say enough about yourself that people have no idea what kind of person you are. I mean, things that I find funny in real life wouldn’t always be amusing to others. Hmm, does that mean I’ve only been amusing myself?

I sure hope not. So have another daily recount.

Once more, it’s about swimming. My sister has been down with a yet undiagnosed illness (actually, the doctor said she just has the-kind-of-illness-that’ll-go-away-soon-enough, but seeing how much in pain she is says otherwise) , my mother has work + needs to take care of her, so I’m left in charge of taking my little sister to the swimming pool.

I originally planned to meet a friend of mine, but I caved in and delayed it. Ahaha.

Well, when we got there, apparently the swimming teacher was currently in Bali enjoying himself. So I ended up somewhat teaching my little sister. Anyway, my other little sister, who wasn’t able to go swimming today, asked us to bring her favourite food; batagor (Indonesian cuisine of the fried sort) sold at the pool.

Well, they have this nut sauce, and I, who never fancied batagor much, just put the sauce together with the batagor. Needless to say, when I came home tired from my friend’s house, I get a telling off for not thinking clearly, because the batagor kinda shrivelled and isn’t crunchy anymore. Also, because I was picked up by my driver, and he just went back to the office right after and I didn’t tell him to wait. Apparently, my mum needed his services.

WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW. But I’m supposed to tell her whenever the driver comes by, she said. Starting from now.

Why is it when I try to do something nice, it always get messed up somehow? Aha, it happened in the fifth grade as well. I tried to tidy things up, and when my mother woke up the next morning, she said, “Why has this suddenly become messier?”

Hahaha, it feels kind of depressing revisiting my past.