The Break Up

I woke up at about 12.15pm feeling groggy-headed after Kent, my college classmate phoned. Obviously with that phone call I was forced to remember that Andy phoned me hours ago saying that he was sick - I can vaguely remember what I actually said, but in the end we had to cancel the entire group presentation discussion thingy because two sick guys, one church-going dude, and Kent and Jo Vie alone does not make a good group discussion.

The worse part that made me feel guilt was both Kent and Jo Vie were already in college at the designated time of 12pm, while I was still somewhere on top of my bed trying to rid myself of my semi-degenerating alert state of mind. I also have this severe sore on the back of my tongue as if some vampire tongued me while I was asleep (bloody braces must’ve bit into my tongue somehow, I don’t know how), sore throat, and minor flu.

So what throttled this whole sick issue after a somewhat enjoyable after-exams lepak marathon yesterday?

Had lunch at Salmon Steak at 1pm plus, then Bryan, Andy, and I went to Pyramid to watch The Break Up at 2.30pm.

On the way to our cars at SS14, there was this minor accident thingy between a huge lorry and a Wira, that obstructed traffic at the busy roundabout.

Thought the movie would be a really good, poignant romantic comedy but it ended up to be just mediocre. Ending was a bit abrupt, but heck we did have good forgettable laughs here and there, and nothing very memorable came out of it except that Jennifer Aniston is hot, despite her being a bit old and stuff.

Bryan went back home to avoid the traffic jam at about 4.30pm, leaving both Andy and me to walk around window-shopping mostly. In the end, I mustered up enough courage to go to Giordano and bought this loud, bold T-shirt (20% discount!) I fancied since ages ago that say “I SEE DEAD PEOPLE”, the infamous quote from The Sixth Sense.

Why that needs courage, you ask, because I’m mildly superstitious like that and I don’t need ghouls and ghosts to invade me for wearing/possessing that tee. >_> It’s just for fun ya know.

While we were walking around the skating rink, back from Al-Ikhsan, I spotted this kid dancing on the dancing arcade who was just soo adorably cute.

“I feel like taking a photo of him,” I told Andy, while continuing walking past by him. “Then take lah,” he replied.

So I did.

The kid walked from one dancing machine to another before I could get the two shots above, his one hand holding a Hello Kitty toy, and a container of some kind in another - I avoided using flash since was afraid it’ll scare the kid, so had to remove some blurry shots. Most interestingly, his dad, a Middle-Eastern guy was nearby looking all happy and worked up; after finished snapping photos of his kid, he uttered thanks to me (unless I’ve misheard). o_o

We also saw Jo Vie near Pyramid’s entrance where she was looking to buy a birthday cake, so we teman her for a while.

Both of us went to SLC for our usual swim, buttttt for some reason after displaying it proudly in the locker room to Andy that I brought my ugly green goggles, and after going to the shower and toilet cubicles, my goggles went missing. After an exhaustive and extensive search I had to declare it missing, and concluded that someone was desperate enough to steal my trusty green goggles from me. -___- So I couldn’t actually swim, you see.

That, and the water was soo bloody cold. I finally resigned early for hot, relaxing shower (since there were a bunch of girls at the jacuzzi and I’m too shy to join) and took my sweet time that Andy actually finished changing much earlier than I did even though he was the last to leave the pool.

We went for dinner with Esther at Sri Anggerik USJ 2 after picking her up at Adrian’s house, then ate and chit-chatted till midnight. There were two families sitting at the same table next to us that got ‘lucky’ when bird dung dropped on them twice. We were all sitting beneath the same tree but for some reasons the birds preferred them to us.

Yep, an entire day out after exams, and that had probably taken a toll on our bodies. Think I’ll actually take some time off and finally read the novel I bought but never read - Stories We Could Tell, by famous UK author Tony Parsons.