The shower cubicle monster

After our college yesterday, Heng who was somewhere in SS15 and wanted a ride back tumpang Andy’s car as well from our college, where he waited inside our compound nonchalantly after entering without questions asked by the guard. lol.

Went to Taipan while Andy ate his late lunch at almost 4pm, then Andy dropped both of us at my house where Heng lepaked a bit before going home at 5pm plus.

As Shawn had a sudden urge to swim, transport was provided by him as he dropped by at my house at 6.30pm, and the four of us including Heng and Andy were whisked away to SLC.

Huhu heehee laughed quite a lot since the big guy was there swimming (after both Shawn and Heng went to gym, ‘course). Silly antics we wouldn’t have done if he wasn’t there, like running circularly in the jacuzzi to generate a mini-tornado and going up and down kid’s slides, were actually done. Funn.

BUT LIKE ZOMG I HAD THE BEST LUCK EVER.

Right after losing my precious ugly green goggles last three weeks, my own RM90+ swimming trunks vanished, disappeared, dissipated on its own accord. Like hell would some horny elderly dude steal my trunks, yeah right.

But kla I admit I left it in the shower cubicle (along with a tube of my facial cleanser, and a tinier sample tube). We showered at about 10pm I reckon (yeah long hours of swimming and fooling around indeed), and I realised the trunks was missing after I showered the next day at almost 8am just to find out my facial cleanser was missing in action.

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So yeah I’ve done everything that was needed to be done to recover a missing item left at a private club’s shower, including phoning the club as early as 9am. But what did they tell me? “Have to get the person working yesterday night lah, call back later at 4pm?”.

I phoned them at least thrice to get a confirmation that it’s missing but what I had were evasive answers; finally went with my dad directly after college at about 5pm and they went to the towel guy near the toilets, and said dude looked as unexcited and Idon’tcare-ish as the prospect of squinting at a middle-aged man’s bum.

Hooray for the horrible simile, but I was undoubtedly pissed. Yeah, it’s definitely my fault in the first place, but who the fuck would steal a pair of used swimming trunks in the first place, after only a very short period of time (club’s closing hours is at 10.30pm)? I hope to god the club’s management didn’t already dump it in the garbage bins when they found it, but there really is something quite fishy about all this altogether.

I mean, take last three weeks for instance. After changing into my trunks in the shower cubicle (brought my goggles here as well), went to the loo, and into the locker room again where I realised that my goggles were missing, I went back into the shower cubicle I went earlier only to find someone occupying it. I went outside for a while to rant about my sob story of my goggle’s disappearance to Andy before heading back into the toilet again, found the shower cubicle vacanted and tada goggles weren’t anywhere in sight.

WATAFAK GOT SOME SHOWER MONSTER HIDDEN IN THE DRAIN OF THE CUBICLES IS IT.

Suspects of this theft/loss:
1) horny perverted middle-aged dudes
2) toilet cleaners
3) shower cubicle monster

Right. Anyway after dropping Andy off at Tien Tien Fatt’s bus stop (Andy came by himself after that), they came to my house to eat some Maggi Mees. And Shawn watched WWE (reason he came to my house as well) which was quite fascinating, to look at sweaty, steroid-pumped men lunging at each other with a variety of fake moves and drama.

Really got drama man! Like how this dude (info from Shawn: Mick Folley, aka, Cactus Jack, aka Mankind) who has a female apprentice was being challenged by their boss to kiss his ass (literally), else the female apprentice would be fired. Female wrestler weeped boohoohoo while dude talked big and comforted her (“No one else is worth kissing his ass for except you”). So three-names dude kissed boss’ ass (censored ‘course, welcome to Malaysia), female wrestler turned the tables suddenly (metaphorically) by grabbing Mick’s crotch hard, dude keeled over in the highest degree of pain only guys would know, and she went off to the boss’ side while laughing manically.

-___- So brainlessly stupid.

Shawn, Heng, Andy went back at about 11.30pm after wrestling ended.

As a reward for reading the walls of text above, here’s a picture to break the monotony:

Catching Kent, our classmate, asleep during Human Communications lecture yesterday.

And a bonus video!

For those of you wondering how Mr. H looks like - videoed during English lecture/class.