When I was 7

When I was 7, my mom gave me my first pocket money, I think it was RM3. Prior to that, I always brought breads to school for lunches and would not need to spend any money. I forgot why and how but I was given three bucks.

Big fucking deal.


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But to the seven-year-old sloth who has never had even one ringgit before, the sloth viewed the three blue notes as if they were the ring that everyone fought to have in LOTR. My preciousssss (please read this in Gollum's voice thanks)

Somehow, a crisis happened.

Yes, one of the three blue notes went missing. Dropped. Disappeared like Houdini. Poof. Nowhere to be seen.

The seven year old Sloth retraced her steps and went back to everywhere she was. She went to the office, to the bookstore and looked for it on the floor. Her friends helped too.

But the blue note remained missing or had acquired an invisibility cloak, she does not know. She was worried and her friend told her that they should just report it to the teacher. When she recounted the story to the teacher, she cried super pitifully.

The kind teacher took out a one ringgit note from her desk and told her that someone has picked it up earlier and has handed it to her.

Sloth was once again reunited with one of the three blue notes and the four of them (Sloth and the three blue notes) lived happily ever after.

The end.

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But right, now that I am older and relatively wiser, I now realize that the blue note must have came out from the teacher's own pocket lololol. Anyway, if you are reading this, Pn. Violet (even though I don' t think you would lololol) THANK YOU <3

and erm when I told C this story, she laughed at me fml and asked me to blog about it ahhHahahhaha so here it is.

Okbyeee