Yesterday a task given by my mom to me involved dropping Asna to her school for her classmate’s birthday party. Bibik, who’s back and kicking (cleaning as well) was asked to be her chaperone. I walked both of them to the school hall. That’s when we saw a lot of people. Like, a lot! They probably invited everyone in standard one, plus their siblings and parents. It became like some sort of a mini school carnival. Too many people, I thought I’d leave soon…
That’s until I saw the roasted lamb… You know the roasted lamb you see at big big open houses and buka puasa event at hotels? The ones where they hang the meat for you to see? I saw that and a big pot of spaghetti and fettucini bolognese and I decided to stay. I couldn’t resist! After the three of us ate (food was really good, three long tables filled with different kinds of food for everyone) there were even performances by the school’s sort of glee club, all in uniforms and makeup and also a dikir barat performance by male teachers.
It’s so meriah, I wonder if the birthday girl is a daughter of the PIBG head…
Anyway, Asna got her friend these, on her own, prior to the party.
A birthday present bag!
Before Asna visited the book shop, my mom suggested that she could get her friend a book. In our minds, all of us imagined any Disney or fairy tale books. Pink books. Girly books.
Asna came home with TWO books. One pink and one blue.
Here comes the saddest birthday presents ever. Of ALL books.
On the bright side, she wants her friend to master maths. I just hope birthday girl’s parents won’t take it wrongly… Asna, we’re getting you science exercise books this November.
I told her that, and she pretended to be dead and said:
“You give me that, I die!”