super heavy duty
“Where have you been these few days?? You think this house is a hotel aa ?” — that’s what my mom used to shout at me when I spent more time outside than inside, only to return home to sleep. That was many years ago when I was still a juvenile (though I have to admit that I virtually still am now). It happened again a few days ago. No… not my mom shouting, but me busy going out with friends. It started on Monday 24th November:
Monday 24 November
8.00 am - working as usual
3.00 pm - the guys called. movie tonight. plan was set.
5.00 pm - went home to take a bath and got ready to go out again.
7.45 pm - went for my physiotherapy session.
8.40 pm - finally my turn to start the physio after waiting for more than 40 minutes. Damn physiotherapist… but the nurse on duty there was kinda cute.
9.50 pm - the actual physiotherapy took only 30 mins but it lasted about an hour because the physiotherapist was attending to several patients all at the same time. Apparently, sports injury in Penang is more popular than Linkin Park. But I was cool about it because of the cute nurse.
10.00 pm - Arrived at the cinema parking lot. The place was 25 minutes away but it only took me 10 minutes to arrive. I was speeding like bat out of hell.
10.05 pm - My front tire looked abnormal. It was supposed to be round. Figured that it had a puncture after a few test pokes. Tire was pierced by a big long fucking nail. Shouldn’t have blogged about changing a punctured tire 2 weeks ago. Taboos are real.
10.06 pm - Decided to worry about the puncture later. Went ahead to meet the guys up first to find out which movie were we watching. It was “Brother Bear”.
10.20 pm - Went back to the parking lot. Burned a few thousand calories changing that flat fucking tire. Soaked with sweat as car park was musty and poorly ventilated. Got it done in 15mins.
11.30 pm - “Brother Bear” started screening. Wasn’t too impressed but, it was alright. Could’ve been better with more fight scenes / gore.
Tuesday 25 November
1.40 am - Back at home. Took a bath… went to sleep. Freaking tired.
11.30 am - Woke up. No wet dreams. Not working - Raya holiday.
12.30 pm - Went to the mechanic and had my flat tire fixed. Serviced my car as well.
2.30 pm - Mechanic told me my punctured tire was beyond help. It was fucked. Suggested to change the tires or live with a high risk getting it flat again.
2.35 pm - I took 5 minutes to think about it and decided to have all my tires changed.
3.30 pm - Car was done and paid the bill. The bill came up to about 500. I was literally broke.
4.00 pm - The guys called again and suggested shopping. Plan was set. Going to lug Emily along.
5.00 pm - Emily started her shopping session with the girls. Me and the BOD were tagging behind. God I hate shopping with girls.
8.00 pm - The girls were still not done with their shopping. My legs were at the brink of exploding.
8.30 pm - The girls were finally done with their shopping after our constant complaining. Somebody then suggested dinner at a seafood restaurant.
9.00 pm - Arrived at the seafood restaurant. The place sucked and everything was expensive. Lots of stray dogs there. Worst dinner I ever had in months.
10.00 pm - Hung out at a cafe. Had some dessert food to cover up the bad seafood dinner earlier.
2.00 am - Back home to sleep again. Super freaking tired.
And today, I had to wake up at 8am to go to work. When I woke up, my eyelids were heavy… can’t get it to open. I am virtually drifting out and about as of now. I seriously can’t take such shit any longer. Evident of age catching up…