I think it has been long.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Well, yesterday, went to find my dear boy because I think we needed that. I mean, last I remember I've not seen him for a very long time. (About a week+, so maybe I'm exaggerating, but it felt long!)
Take away mac to his house, and he told me off for being a dumbass. I bought an Ala-Carte burger for $3.45 when I can get a meal for $4.50.
The thing was, I could pass it off with : "I didn't want the fries or the drink"
But after I stepped into his house, I wanted the meal badly.
Anyways, we just slacked around, video roamed on youtube, played House of Dead III :D before I complained I was hungry and started eating.
Right after, we just sat in front of the rectangular monitor and watch half of "Cloudy with a chance of meatballs". In the end because after crashing and my constant bugging to go swimming, we left it halfway done.
So anyways, went swimming. As in proper swimming for once and not the waddling around in WWW.
It was nice to actually just soaked and do crappy frog style swimming along the width of the pool. I'm an ugly, disgraceful, low stamina swimmer, that I admit. But it felt good to actually be swimming.
There were a lot of Malays there yesterday and the pool were like flooded with Malays (Okay, the pool was flooded with tonnes of people, but mostly Malay boys) and swimming became difficult with everyone swimming in weird directions. So ended up by the side talking. Bee for once, didn't even swim a full lap.
After max of 1 1/2 hours, decided to go makan. Went to fish & co. for our customary meal after a swim(that ALWAYS includes fries).
I came to notice that only Fish&Co. cares about decorating the place on different festives.
They made the place look wonderful on Halloween and their doing an absolutely great job making the place look pretty for Christmas.
So we kind of sat for a long while to talk. We even witnessed drama at the next table.
[Some fat girl suddenly cried and her boyfriend, a tall better league boyfriend had to go over and comfort her? When I brought this up to Bee, he said this kind of girl problematic. So I'm not that bad. At least most of the time, my tears are solely bounded in the compound of my serene bathroom. Plus, I cry for more impt. things like pure frustration.]
After that went to catch a bus(literally) and got home.
Okay, so I tried hard to remember what I wanted to blog, but I somehow (after the dramatic story of the girl) forgotten what else there is.
