Kimarie

Woke up at 7 something, lingered on the computer with the Neopets puzzle and finally removed my arse off the chair to bathe and walk to Maju-Maju. My maggi mee goreng breakfast (as well as the rest who were there much earlier: Jess, Sarah, Jon, Heng) was generously sponsored by Pn Zainab, bless her.

As usual, nothing much to do while in the Internet-less computer lab, so I finished off Pn Ooi’s Add Maths Gerak Gempur, while listening to songs in my Moto E398. Tinkered about with my cellphone and Andy’s, who happened to be using the same type, but after transferring Andy the Movie to his phone via Bluetooth, I noticed that his phone didn’t have any sluggishness while playing the video, compared to mine.

I checked his phone’s firmware and mine, and both appeared to be slightly different. Did lots of research on the Net and found that Andy’s phone appears to have the MTV Hijacked version. Mine, I’m in the process of upgrading my phone to that of a better one than Andy’s :D (so he could quit saying I-hate-this-phone and start loving it, or something.) Once the upgrade is done, it should be much faster, less laggish, produce better sound quality etcand best of all, record videos! (something the phone isn’t designed to do, so all these are pretty much illegal and makes my already expired warranty void.)

After finishing mag stuffs at 1.20pm, I walked towards the bicycle shed while engaging in an animated conversation with Andy talking about directions to Starbucks Taipan. There were two plump Malay girls standing in front of my locked bike, and out of no proper reasoning and question, one of the fat ones kicked my bike’s back tyre. Imagine a karate-like kick, if you will.

I restrained myself from screaming “WTF ARE YOU DOING TO MY BIKE (insert infinite exclamation marks)” and managed a very cold stare. The fat girl looked unabashed and muttered “Sorry”, while I nodded curtly.

What the heck did the bike do to you, O Fat One? Were you jealous of my bicycle’s unique tall design for tall people after realising you are short? Did my bike suddenly come to life after staying overnight at the school’s bicycle shed and attempted to run you down, but you couldn’t run faster than my bike could anyway considering your extreme body mass? I hate people messing up with my already semi-creaking bike for no apparent reason. I don’t even know her in the first place. Sum fat gurlz.

Anyhow, went to Wai Hong’s house at 3pm and watched Advent Children again, but this time on a 40” plus plasma telly. It was really sharp, ten times better than my current dilipidated TV loaded with problems and the price is ten times as well.

Eugene and Jon were there, RB went back 5 minutes into the show. We watched WH’s pirated disc first, as it has English subtitles, but that was butchered to death by stupid Chinese-educated piraters. Nothing beats watching your favourite movie on a plasma TV :D After 100 minutes of AC goodness, we put in my original DVD and watched all the extras that weren’t included in the pirated.

Finishing all those, we further watched Final Fantasy VII: Last Order (a one-episode anime) on WH’s PC, then both WH and I set off to Starbucks Taipan to wait for Andy.

I was supposed to go to Kimarie to cut with Andy, but turns out Andy was lying to me about it and he had been there several days back >_> Not that I’m angry, or anything, considering the fact he came just to… teman me. I felt a bit guilty for putting him through such hassle, but then again, Andy’s the extremely loyal-friend type who sticks to his words.

So. I sat on a chair with a 20-something lady going over my hair while Andy and WH chatted away right behind me. I haven’t been to a professional salon since A Cut Above Academy in Pyramid, so it’s nice to relieve the experience of getting your hair properly washed, conditioned, shampooed, pampered.

It’s almost like a massage on my head and I could drift off to sleep while she was washing it. The lady, whose name was Annie when she produced a name card after all this, did plenty of small chat and appeared to be rather friendly, even though her sense of style leaned on the lala side.

She asked if I’m a college student and I told her I’m in Form 5. Our conversation from thereon discussed about courses suitable for her brother who is in Form 6 and good in accounts, colleges, etc. Like I know any better >_<, so I played along and told her Business is good. I asked her to recommend a style and she dived into Hairstylist language. So I said ‘OK’ to whatever she was saying (something about thinning here and there), and went on for the uh, 30-40 minutes session. RM25.

Thought it’d be cheaper, but oh well. More money spent consecutively in three days, and it’s burning three big holes. Now don’t start. Andy told me there isn’t much difference, Wai Hong said it looks nice, while I think I should be leaving my hair grow on its own pace till after SPM.