RAHHHHHHhhhhhh! I thought documenting my FYP was gonna be a breeze. I thought wrong. Yeeeashh it’s so bloody annoying when you know what you are doing but can’t get it all out on words. My goal of the day for yesterday was actually to finish typing my introduction chapter, but until now I'm still like...arghhh I just can't crap.

Anyways, I was sleeping yesterday, and a call woke me up.

lady: hello, is this prescilla?
me: *yawn* er yes
//I'm thinking..must be the lady from the Hartamas office. I'm might have a job. $cha ching$
lady: This is blabla from blabla insurance. We have delivered a package to you but our staff have told us that you have rejected it. What was the problem?
//I'm thinking..package? what package? From my bro? Gadgets muahaha? But insurance company?
me: huh? who were you looking for again?
lady: Miss Prescilla, Prescilla blabla
me: I am Prescilla but I have no idea what you are talking about.
//still half awake
lady: But are you not Miss Prescilla bla bla ANAK PEREMPUAN blabla
//oh..stressss. I'm a little more awake now.
me: Oh..you've got the wrong number.

My sis and parents laughed at me when I told them what happened. ...some Prescilla anak perempuan of some ayah better not miss write my handphone number in her what ever insurance form again.