Yesterday Was…
Yesterday was a mix of good things and bad things. Good thing: I arrived to class early. Bad thing: Black Asians annoy me.
And that was just the afternoon. But we had a group discussion after class, in which, for once, I am not obliged to take the lead. She had refused the leader position in all our previous groups. But since I had to go home for raya and such, she’d be among the two left to coordinate everything. Especially important when the presentation is the Monday one day after I flew back.
Anyway, yesterday.
Because of our after-class discussion, I arrived at the bus station well after 5:15 which is not good because of the after-work crowd. But I steeled myself and threw all thoughts of getting a seat on the bus out the window. However, I had to wait for two busses to pass through before I find one that’s humanely possible to get on. The previous two made the statement ‘packed like sardines’ actually sound pleasant.
Anyway, because of that, I arrived at KL Central about a quarter to seven and I still have to take the monorail which would take 15 minutes to reach BB. Therefore, along the way, I bought a bottle of Ribena to drink in case I had to break fast on the road. True enough, I heard the azan when I passed by Starbucks at BB. So I took a few sip of my drink.
Then as I was walking home, I had to tetter between the cars idiotly parked on the curb and the traffic, swinging a small plastic bag of Ribena bottle inside. During one of these avoiding cars on both sides, the plastic snapped and my barely half-drunk bottle rolled on the road!
I contemplated for a second to get it, but then thought against it.
Heard of the boy-ball-car accident combo? About the classic tale of a boy who chased his ball to the road and then got hit by a car? Though this cliche story has several versions. One of the famous ones is where, just as he was about to get hit, a delinquent teenager saved him and got hit instead. When the teenager was revived he became a psychic detective for the Underworld.
Aaaaanyway. Let’s just not let it become a Me-ribena bottle-car accident combo. After all, I could have gotten hit for something nobler than a ribena bottle that could have easily be gotten cheaper and easily from the 7-11 around the corner, couldn’t I? (Like saving a kid and then become a psychic detective of the underworld xD)
After I had dinner, motherhood wanted to go out shopping. So reluctantly I went but I could go shopping too so that was cool. I bought some shades and a few other things. But as things were looking up, I just had to fall down.
As I was exiting BB Plaza, I tripped on the stairs and now have to put up with a sore arm and blue knee.
I was skeptical after that. If the day turned out any worse, I was inclined to think I was going to lose Sasarai too!
Nothing like that happened though hehehe. I need to install his software onto Kuja soon and name him properly.
Something to end this post is a picture I took two days ago.
I think the dress is just not working for her.
Ta’ra.
p/s I have a folder named Katan’s Pictures. It’s where pictures I took with Katan go to. Should I create a new folder for Sasarai or rename this one Katan-Sasarai or just leave it at that? I wonder.
