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12th of a Good Day

Yesterday was a good day.

I decided to take the day off from work and offer myself as chauffer for Mak. Although I was bummed about the realisation that my computer is KAPUT the night before, I was full of energy and excitement for my day out with mum. We didn't have much planned because mum was having her NGO meeting in the afternoon. But before anything, breakfast would be in order. We went over to the club for some nice Yong Tau Foo and Chee Cheong Fun and had a pleasant time just chit chatting, catching up on family matters.

After that, I drove her to her meeting for her NGO and decided to while away my time at the Curve. Finally ate my Ikea hotdog! (SO GOOD). Then I went to the little shop where I got my maxi dress from to check out their latest collection. I was determined to get some dresses for Eid and wouldn't you know it I came out of the store with two dresses and a short-sleeved cardi. *grins*

Before long, Mak called to say she was done with her meeting and as I was making my way to her, Bapak called to say that he has arrived home. Guess what though, he didn't have the house key! So I rushed to get Mak and make our way home. Good thing Bapak won the game. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure we would have got an earful from him. Phew...!

Then Buffy messaged to say that we should all go out for dinner. Excitedly we got ready and waited for her to come back early. BUT SHE DIDN'T! She came home late and so we had to cancel our dinner outing. Instead of Japanese, we settled for Dominos. When she finally did come back at 10pm, she announced that she got... PROMOTED!! WAHOOooo!! You know what that means, right? Extra moolah come tumbling in all at once! Yay!!! We're all so proud of her. All that hard work and late nights have finally paid off. *grins*

And with that, our good day concluded. I had a great time bonding with Mum, got new dresses for Eid, Dad won the golf tourney and Buffy is promoted. Alhamdulillah.


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