There is an ISK [This is Our History] program at Masjid Munawwarah today and I’m supposed to be present. The reason for the truant was simple.

My parents and the gang came over to Shah Alam!

Mama brought me a huge plastic bag of keropok, kuih baulu and some flavoured tea from Cameron Highland. I looked at the bulge and remarked, "Seems like I won’t have to buy nasi for a week."

And the saved money could be use to indulge myself with the prospect of buying a laptop of my own. I shall decorate it with FMA stickers.

Mama told me Yaya missed me. She tagged along when the folks accompanied me during INTEC registration day and the day they went back to Kelantan, she took up the residency of my bed.

And fell out the next morning.

Mama said the fall was bad. She had a huge cut on her lips and her left cheek bruised heavily, as if someone had just bashed the poor kid out.

I know she must have cried. Though she is tough [by kid standard], she is not that tough.

It took a while to recover. Luckily it was the school holls, so she didn’t have to skip school.

Yaya was never a soft-hearted girl at first glance. She’s bossy, perhaps even bossier than me.

Though she could be girly at time. Like, when she ran/yelled for cover when Hakim happily ran after her, threatening her with his plastic toy car.

Her annoying tendency to buy Barbie stuffs.

And her fetish with pink. Though she seems to be keen with blue nowadays.

You know how I hate piercing? Well, she hates it too. She only wore half of her pair of earrings, since she backed off after the first shot.

See, I’ve told you piercing hurts.

p/s: Do read my blog. I once wrote about her Teacher’s Day gift to me. I like her.