The night before, I was thinking whether to ditch school or not. I was scared I would miss something important or fun. Yeah, I was right. Today we were getting our NRIC! We had to do a simple ceremony, name called, shake Mrs Low hands and then they bestow you your card.


When my name was called, I got up, shook the Principal's hand and she asked, "Is Deimi your name?" I nodded (she hands the card), she said, "Adulthood..."

WHAT?

After the ceremony, Mr Azlan showed us a picture of a real NRIC of a Javanese guy and his name is super comical, "Batman Bin Suparman" It ain't no joke, it's a legitimate NRIC. Blimey. I don't like remembering what happened in EBS but I'll tell you douche bags. We got in late, and it was a bloody routine of mine to automatically on the computer.

I didn't know we weren't suppose to on it and Prissy was too late to tell me not to and the bloody teacher practically screamed at me "Don't bother on-ing the computer!" like very bloody loud. I felt like shouting that I didn't even know, he could have told me properly because I just got in, I felt like swearing and cursing but I restrained myself.

I was so angry I didn't pay attention to his boring lesson. He's been very unreasonably angry nowadays, ... what's with him? I'm starting to hate him. He once talked to us like normal people telling us what was boring about his class and should be honest. So I honestly told him he shouts too much and the class is dead boring.

He said he would make all those changes, but I don't see a thing that changed. I knew it was too good to be true. I was rather engaged in today's math period.

Oh and have I told you I'll be competing in this year's Scrabble Competition fandango. I so did not plan to be in the competition, my teacher just picked us up to go for it. I don't want to go, we'd probably lose. I don't mind. After school, Prissy had to go her CLB test at the canteen and I pretended to read in Chinese. I sounded terrible.

After that, we headed to NP to eat Subway (eat Fresh!) without Patrimbo. She was tired, I saw her took a nap in the bus. Farah, unbelievably, bought Whipped Cream!!! She sprayed whipped cream on her cookie. I asked if she could put mine too because it looked awesome.

There was this dad and son seating across us, talking and laughing about Farah's whipped cream. They must be jealous because no one can resist whipped cream on cookie. Then something stupid happened, I spilled my Iced Lemon Tea. Can you believe that? I wet my skirt and a bit of my bag.

She wiped up a bit then made a dash for it. In Prissy's house, her brother was home again. Farah agreed to a dare last week that we could spread all kinds of sauces on her face, so we did, we had honey mustard, chilli, ketchup and whipped cream!

Before putting it all on her face, I said, "Time to meet your makers!" and made a mess. She kept on screeching and shaking around making a ton of mess, it's like trying to bathe a cat.

Then we told her to show Prissy's brother. She just ran to the sink and we took a memorial picture! I can't upload it, it's confidential. It's for our entertainment only, you should've been there, losers.

She washed off while Prissy and I ran back to the room to hide and scare her. It didn't work! Then we all lazed on her bed and dozed off until 6 to head home. Badabingbangboom!