The Toshi Toast

Yay, switched to another blog. Again.

After a long day in school (Co-curriculum Day) and trying to settle some magazine stuffs by staying back, Pn Zainab fetched limping ol’ me and Heng Li back to my house. We both lazed around in my room, with Heng continuing his Da Vinci Code; and during dinner, my mum asked Heng how was his leg.

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There is no way my mum could’ve known that Heng Li injured his leg without me telling her, and all points towards the direction of my blog. It appears, from what I gathered after asking the source of her forbidden knowledge, my dad stumbled upon my blog. Again. How the fuck he did, I don’t know, but as Pn Kan had told 5B, “Don’t UNDERESTIMATE YOUR PARENTS.”

I’ve cooked up some measurements, such as enabling more privacy-oriented settings on this blog. The point of having a blog on my own is for friends and acquintances alike to read, not parents who can’t mind their own fucking business.

So continuing where we left off (let’s assume that apart from the absence of my other 198 total posts I made, this is exactly like my previous blog), after changing my clothes to get ready for the final mamak dinner for Toshi, I changed my clothes and discovered to my horror, my right foot felt… watery like. It was as if there’s some kind of liquid that seeped into it, and a part of my foot was GREEN in colour.

I was worried like fuck and thought of the worst-case scenario: having my foot amputated or something. After my dad dropped Heng, Toshi and Wai Hong at Tanjung (Wai Hong who told me while inside the car that they have to be back early, which pissed me off, but no time to think about it), we went straight for the USJ9 clinic, where Dr Hanizah told me that it was merely a rupture of blood vessels (despite the fact my foot felt numb), and as she could feel my pulse through my foot, there isn’t anything to worry about. Normal, according to her.

After feeling the usual waves of relief, I dashed back to Tanjung where Suet Li had already arrived. And there we were in our usual selves, laughing along with Toshi after asking him all sorts of questions, with Wai Hong in his I’m-about-to-fucking-die face. Even Toshi himself asked what was wrong with him, who got a reply in Japanese that there aren’t any interesting topics. Like, mushi mushi? Maybe WH might know more about the Japanese than us, with us asking stuffs like prices of food, salons and bullet trains in Japan, but he don’t need to be so fucking elitist about it.

I thought the girls were being too sensitive when they mentioned WH’s attitude to me, but after being told off yesterday when Toshi came to our school to our class for the first time, to “host another Japanese myself”, that was when I’m starting to realise the girls’ extra-sensitive intuition was correct.

I don’t understand why Toshi has to be barred from drinking beer by Wai Hong’s mum (yesterday; Wai Hong told me over the phone “it isn’t right”. Right), but at Shawn’s house after eating and drinking at mamak after tuition, Shawn fed Toshi half a can of Suet Li’s Tiger’s, while Shawn and I shared the rest. Apparently Malaysian beer tastes nicer than Japan’s. o_O

I remembered learning Japanese last time online because I wanted to prove to WH that I don’t need to spend more than RM1k to learn a language (which, of course, going to classes would be better, but that was because I was pissed with him at that time). It’s so.. ironic.

Back to today’s mamak, could barely enjoy talking to Toshi to the fullest since WH wanted very much to go back home early. Toshi told us that he doesn’t want to go to the Malacca camp tomorrow, and would prefer to stay with us.

He’ll be back for 2-3 days next two weeks before leaving for Japan. Today’s dinner is hardly farewell-ish as I envisioned. I’ve learnt a fair bit of Japanese and whatnot during his outings with us. I think I’ll definitely be missing his presence here once he’s gone… sabishii desu ne.