Saturday morning, so I’m sleeping in
Around 11:45 am, while I was still half asleep, I hear voices in the room outside
People came over? I wondered who
Didn’t sound familiar at all
Then suddenly around noon, my grandma basically shouted for me
So I had to wake up
Good thing I undid the mess that sleep made on my hair
There was some cute girl from NP doing a medical check up on my grandma!
I’m like so…wtf… I also don’t know how to describe it
Me with my sleepy face on, hair not quite right, my grandma had just shouted out my name, my house is a mess… I can just go on…
Something just hit me… I think I feel so embarrassed not so much about myself, but my living space. Ever since I moved in here, I never want to have anyone over at this lousy intepretation of a home. That’s why I don’t want friends over for Hari Raya. I hate my house. I wish I lived somewhere better. I was more stressed out that the girl had seen me in this kind of ugly, run-down, messy house more than having her see me when I just woke up.
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