21 hours absent

Yesterday was one of them days where I spent my time somewhere outside of my house for almost 21 hours doubleinsanewoot: from 7.15am to almost 4am to be exact.

Andy and I left earlier today to school to the exciting prospect that is finding the nearest parking lot to our college, but unprecedented traffic jams stalled us and our end result to this high-spirited adventure was the parking lot near Maybank, which was really, incredibly far.

After college ended at nearly 1pm, we met up with Esther and Adrian at McD’s and proceeded to eat at Asia Cafe, a place I’m going to be very sick of. We waited for 2 hours for Sarah & Geok Leng to end their college for the day, and when both didn’t want to watch a movie with Esther, we ended up going to the direction of Geok Leng’s home.

There was also an incident when a motorcycle, wanting to avoid the motorcycle and lorry in front swerved to the right and knocked into Andy’s front-left part and scratched it badly. =___=

After reaching Geok Leng’s apartment and she was already walking to the staircase, somehow or another we decided to eat/drink at Strawberry Fields, Taipan, and headed off to that direction instead where we ate and drank which rich Esther kindly treated us to.

Andy drove me back at 5.30pm, and within the span of an hour and fifteen minutes I took a nap, ate dinner and pay server bills, before I’m off again by my car to go to SLC to treat ourselves (the usual SLC gang: me, Andy, Heng, Ding) in the mini-paradise of the pool (Ding and Heng went to the gym first).

And, maybe after days or even weeks I saw the sun setting down in Subang - which goes to show how often I’m not out lately, being bogged down by college work and all. The twilight was a dashing beauty, and if given the chance, my camera would’ve waxed lyrical all about it.

Good ol’ swimming, did about 17-18 full laps where I finally rediscovered the art of swimming half a lap in a single breath -- apnoea. It was absolutely calming being able to do that, contrary to the belief that halting your breathing will make you falter and splash around like a dead fish, even though the only style I was using was my own self-discovered half-dead frog style.

Swam for 2 hours plus before we got up, went to SS15 to eat dinner (Asia Cafe was completely packed, Pizza Hut was about to close) at Burger King instead.

Think I spent about RM100 plus alone this week on mostly textbooks and lunches. Will do my budgeting like Jon did soon since a new month begins today.

So we then rushed off to go to Shawn’s house since the first half of Germany vs Argentina was about to end (at 0-0). On the way at the roundabout, a Kancil from the right lane almost rammed into my rear when I was at the left lane, and she slammed on her brakes just in time where I manoeuvred away from being in a car wreck.

And the rest were all, life flashing by my eyes, and all that jazz; and, weren’t you scared and afraid earlier, which I wasn’t because if I was I’d panic and ram the lot of us to kingdom come.

I wasn’t very used to roundabouts since I haven’t had the opportunity to use them often, especially since the day I started driving the roundabout was semi-closed and traffic was pretty much linear and nowadays I just don’t go to SS15 very often.

My right eye was irritating me all the way after swimming, either due to the fact that I’ve worn the lenses past the recommended hours or something alien altogether.

Picked up Esther at Adrian’s house to Shawn’s as well.

The last 30-40 minutes of the football match in extra time, where I was the only Germany supporter (and maybe Shawn’s dad?), was absolutely heart-stopping and tension-filled. The minute Argentina scored against Germany in the 2nd-half had the rest, particularly Shawn, walalalaargentinawalalala comebetlayounoballsyou, until Klose scored against the Argentines on the 80th minute.

I heard disgruntled whispers and groans and how the referee was being absolutely, outright biased against Argentina which I had to agree.

Who said football was fair anyway.

The penalty shootout’s outcome was to be expected, since one of my favourite goalies, Jens Lehmann of Arsenal, was playing and his goal-stopping capabilities was far finer and more refined than the nub Argentine goalie who switched in after a rib injury from the first-choice goalie. We finally won 4-2 at the penalties.

Deutschland wird siegreich sein. And they did. Hooray to the semis.

Match ended, with some close to tearing and all that jazz, we went to the nearby mamak for an hour plus (only reached home at about 3.30am) riddled with gossiping to the extremes.

Human communication at its best.. heh.