"Wonderful" birthday eve

21st April 2010

Kids we all have been through bad days. Bad as in as bad as you would normally shout in your mind "AHH. Damn it! This is the worst/unluckiest day of my life!" Now this is a story of one of those days. It is not my worst one though.

Woke up with no one beside me. Laptop sent for service yet AGAIN, so I spent the morning in the library going through emails and then took a short swim in Facebook. It was all normal until lunchtime. I skipped breakfast so kinda felt those gastric juices gaining force to invade and make a hole in my stomach.

You see, during any special days e.g birthday, last day of exam, last day of my life, etc etc. I would usually treat myself with a nice and lovely meal that I had never tried before (some turns disastrous =D). I felt a wee bit of happiness come descending by from heaven and each time this happens I'd dump my bicycle and start to walk. I strolled along the streets. Feeling adventurous I hunted for food in a new forest. A forest not taken. Was I familiar with the road? No, not at all.

Left, right, left, right, straight, right, left, reverse a bit, left again (and it went on). After about 30 mins of direction changes I ended up in front of a shop with the name Spicy Curry. The owner was a Pakistani. God oh god, the smell was so good. I ordered lamb curry with briyani rice, some vege and to drink some mango lassi. I gobbled up every single thing served. There was a lot of rice, my stomach has very little space but I stuffed it in! Like compressing gas to liquid! The tummy bloated and I could feel the high pressure inside (those who eat like a pig would know this lovely sensation).

Now now, as I was eating I totally forgot the outside world as I was in the world of food! Thila in Foodland (no outside foots allowed). When I came to my senses it was raining. I did check the weather forecast before I went out. I know it will rain but hey I made my own forecast and my brain said "You idiot those are for morons! Look at the sky its so bright, and sunny! and bright! and even sunnier now!" Now who is the moron? Sigh.

Back to the shop. It was raining, but hey its okay I love rain so I stood up to walk out. Hahhahaahahaha. And then there was trouble! I was a little tooooo full to walk. Painful like no tomorrow. One step and then Oww! another step Oww! Plus hey, I forgot how I ended up at that place. Dragged my stomach all over the place soaking wet and in a bit of cold. I have this pride about directions you know, a principle that I hold on to, "Ask no one for your way back!" No matter what happens, even if its a matter of life and death show no mercy to youself. Find your own bloodey directions! I will tell you one day how this principle came about to my mind. Thanks to one of my scouts expedition. =D

No, I did not die. Too much of food supply to die. Some 45 minutes later I snailed back home. Took a shower and lazied on the bed until the rain stopped. Then I went out again for a photography session, the best time to take pictures of flowers is 20 minutes before sunrise and a few minutes after the rain. I walked to the park about 20 minutes away, partial food was already digested. I felt comfortable walking now.

I took out the camera from the bag found some nice flowers and started my work. I only took about 5 proper shots when the screen showed "memory card full" Dang!! I did not transfer my previous shots the other day since laptop was dead. There goes my day again. Frustrated, I walked back home took my bicycle and headed to my Uni's library. They are open till 12 am so I planned to spend my time there.

All was good until 12 am. I went out from the library to my bicycle. The damn bicycle lock got stuck. The lock said "I'm paying back for leaving me under the rain unattended." It was rusted. I shall blame the weather. =D It's not over yet. I was struggling to open the lock, turning the key all over, pulling the lock, banging the lock with my bare hand (I was imagining as if my hand was a hammer), banging my head on the seat with frustration, not to mention the chilly cold wind. "Freeze!! Put your hand's up and turn yourself around, face up!" My hand was totally frozen and it was getting harder to manouvre it to open the lock. Then I kinda gave out a tiny scream (the ones we do when we want to put some energy into things) and heaved and pulled!! As I was acting and performing my silly act, I saw blue & red lights flashing around me. Then, a policeman came out of his car and shouted at me. "Hey you! Get your hands off that bicycle! I was watching you for some time now."

Oh God. Now what? A policeman comes by shouting at me thinking that I'm stealing my own bike at my birthday? What a day. I gave him my explanation. He still did not believe the bicycle was mine.
"You use only that key and open the lock, no smacking, and stop yanking it. If it opens the bicycle is yours if not sorry sir you'd have to come with me." My my, his voice was really deep and very authoritative. And he looked kinda scary as if he was ready to devour me. Another five minutes later the lock opened. ahhhh. I was relieved. He gave me a weird frowning look, "It's yours alright but I want to remind you that your bike does not have a headlight, and you don't have a helmet. You can get a ticket up to $300 for that." I simply went "Sorry sir, I'll get that done. Am I getting a ticket now?" (I wonder how many times I used this line but no lesson learned. =D) I knew what he was about to say and he did. "It's okay, just make sure you have it all set tomorrow."


And that's the story of how I spent my 20th birthday eve. Oh well, in the end I turned out lucky alright. =D