I Hate Mondays...
I woke up around 9.30. Today's exercise day, and I was runnin' a bit late. E called about 10.30, saying that she's on her way to PS. I had not finished my exercise. Thought that it ain't a good thing to let a lady waiting, I wrapped it up, ate breakfast, took a shower and about 45 minutes later was on my way to PS. It turned out that E would be a bit late too. At least I would be there first. I would feel better if I were the one who had to wait for someone, rather than having someone waiting for me.
Got there about 12 and waited for about half an hour till E came. She was wearing long-sleeved white t-shirt (blue striped) and a pair of jeans. We went to the cinema to buy tickets for the movie. We were watching The Village that day, 3 o'clock. We got 2 hours to spend to catch up on each other's life for the past 2 weeks (we met 2 weeks ago at Citos, together with my other friends from the university). Went to the drugstore (she was having a sore throat, bought some lozenges there), went to Sogo supermarket (she needed to get a small bottle of mineral water) went to Spice Garden (I only had 1 serving of instant noodle for breakfast, were feeling like a bowl of pitan porridge) and had a good long chat there, went to Kinokuniya bookstore (I just love bookstores, or any place that has lots and lots of books in it) and about a quarter to three we went to the cinema.
The Village, quite a good movie. The director was M. Night Shyamalan. If movie watchers were expecting another Sixth Sense, they would be disappointed, because the movie wasn't scary like The Sixth Sense. But that's not what the movie was all about. It's the story that they should be paying attention to. I liked it. So did E. And I could understand why people were a bit disappointed. Probably if they would look at it from a different perspective, they wouldn't be so disappointed, if at all.
H sent a message, saying he had bloody fever and was going to the hospital. I asked where and which room. He hoped that the place had got cute nurses. He didn't get his wish.
5 o'clock, we went to F's office (E's driving, I was still not good at it). F wanted us to pick him up at his workplace. Got there after going through a really painful traffic jam. F was wearing a maroon long-sleeved shirt and black pants. After picking him up we told K (another friend who was meeting up with us) to go to Citos since we were already on our way.
The plan changed along the way. Traffic jam was like crazy. We decided to meet at Fatmawati. A place called...something-best. Funny name. Wonder why I didn't ask for a clear spelling of the place. Probably because it didn't seem to matter. Had dinner there (felt like A&W's chicken sandwich, the other had kwetiaw) and went to a karaoke bar. Spent 2 hours there (Maroon 5's This Love, Santana's Maria Maria, Linkin Park's Somewhere I Belong and Numb, Black Eyed Peas' Where's the Love, Cake's I Will Survive, Marcell's Firasat and Semusim, Dewa's Pupus, and some other songs I failed to remember).
Went to Citos afterwards. Had a couple of drinks there (cups of coffee, softdrinks), chatted for awhile, and then went home afterwards. K was staying over at E's place that night. I and F went home by taxi. The taxi dropped him first and then me. Got home. My new jeans in my room (Mom got back from Bandung that evening). Tried it out. It fit perfectly. Thought of wearing it to the reunion the next day.
Went to sleep.
I woke up around 9.30. Today's exercise day, and I was runnin' a bit late. E called about 10.30, saying that she's on her way to PS. I had not finished my exercise. Thought that it ain't a good thing to let a lady waiting, I wrapped it up, ate breakfast, took a shower and about 45 minutes later was on my way to PS. It turned out that E would be a bit late too. At least I would be there first. I would feel better if I were the one who had to wait for someone, rather than having someone waiting for me.
Got there about 12 and waited for about half an hour till E came. She was wearing long-sleeved white t-shirt (blue striped) and a pair of jeans. We went to the cinema to buy tickets for the movie. We were watching The Village that day, 3 o'clock. We got 2 hours to spend to catch up on each other's life for the past 2 weeks (we met 2 weeks ago at Citos, together with my other friends from the university). Went to the drugstore (she was having a sore throat, bought some lozenges there), went to Sogo supermarket (she needed to get a small bottle of mineral water) went to Spice Garden (I only had 1 serving of instant noodle for breakfast, were feeling like a bowl of pitan porridge) and had a good long chat there, went to Kinokuniya bookstore (I just love bookstores, or any place that has lots and lots of books in it) and about a quarter to three we went to the cinema.
The Village, quite a good movie. The director was M. Night Shyamalan. If movie watchers were expecting another Sixth Sense, they would be disappointed, because the movie wasn't scary like The Sixth Sense. But that's not what the movie was all about. It's the story that they should be paying attention to. I liked it. So did E. And I could understand why people were a bit disappointed. Probably if they would look at it from a different perspective, they wouldn't be so disappointed, if at all.
H sent a message, saying he had bloody fever and was going to the hospital. I asked where and which room. He hoped that the place had got cute nurses. He didn't get his wish.
5 o'clock, we went to F's office (E's driving, I was still not good at it). F wanted us to pick him up at his workplace. Got there after going through a really painful traffic jam. F was wearing a maroon long-sleeved shirt and black pants. After picking him up we told K (another friend who was meeting up with us) to go to Citos since we were already on our way.
The plan changed along the way. Traffic jam was like crazy. We decided to meet at Fatmawati. A place called...something-best. Funny name. Wonder why I didn't ask for a clear spelling of the place. Probably because it didn't seem to matter. Had dinner there (felt like A&W's chicken sandwich, the other had kwetiaw) and went to a karaoke bar. Spent 2 hours there (Maroon 5's This Love, Santana's Maria Maria, Linkin Park's Somewhere I Belong and Numb, Black Eyed Peas' Where's the Love, Cake's I Will Survive, Marcell's Firasat and Semusim, Dewa's Pupus, and some other songs I failed to remember).
Went to Citos afterwards. Had a couple of drinks there (cups of coffee, softdrinks), chatted for awhile, and then went home afterwards. K was staying over at E's place that night. I and F went home by taxi. The taxi dropped him first and then me. Got home. My new jeans in my room (Mom got back from Bandung that evening). Tried it out. It fit perfectly. Thought of wearing it to the reunion the next day.
Went to sleep.
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