”Good morning Wen! Wake up! Now! Go shower, go get ready. AND DON’T FORGET, DRESS TO KILL!” was what Joy yelled over the phone in attempts to wake me up. Yes, I am a deep sleeper, I sleep like a log. So for that one particular morning I begged my sister to call me and wake me up two hours beforehand. That was the day where I had to brace myself for all the upcoming events that turned my life into a catastrophic mess. After about 15 minutes of tossing and turning and contemplating whether I am making a good decision to meet her up, I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Had the longest shower ever, just to make sure I smell like a walking fruit. After shower was another 30 minutes of picking the right outfit, just because Joy ordered me to “dress to kill”. Was it really that important anyway? To be honest, it was.

I put on my white Ralph Lauren shirt, tucked in my black skinny jeans, then I put my black leather jacket on. Sprayed a whole lot of my Chanel Coco Mademoiselle perfume all over my body and shirt, wore my black Dr Martens boots and gave Joy a call. I would say Joy was proud of my choice of outfits when all she did was screaming throughout our videocall before I left our apartment. Checked my phone one last time to make sure I got enough time to get there and not be late. Surprisingly, a text came in from the aunty wishing me a good morning. It felt weird at first, but I just replied saying I was on my way. Got in my car, and wazed my way there