It's almost nine and I'm all sandy from the beach. Yeah I know, I didn't plan to get some sun today but I did anyway. After say, four hours of burying in textbooks, I texted zameer last minute to end my dilemma whether to lug on a jacket or not and then I headed for the beach. Oh yeah, I went out with fir. It wasn't long or hard to spot him cos he and some kids from PumpWerkz were making a racket about whatever. I didn't hear them cos I had my earphones on but their body language and the how their mouths stretch funnily from smiling and laughing, I knew LOL. I had thought the rest were going to join us for pre-dinner but they didn't, how sad. They kinda disappeared after a 're-introduction'; still can't remember any of their names though. Oh well. The both of us took a long fricken walk all the way to the tennis courts and back to McDonalds', basically talking about life and such. Fir can talk like non-stop train to the north pole and it isn't a complaint. Half the boys I know don't rant themselves hoarse, well not unless it's about a hot chick or dota or soccer. But fir's all about his music (half of the people in his ipod are still non-existent to me) and his upcoming road shows and sales, yeah the irony, without being full of himself. I yakked, he yakked and yakked yakked yakked. There's only one thing in the material world we can actually agree on: lip rings on pretty potential-lesbian dreadlocked girls. Yeah it's weird but who fucks? We saw a pair of the sort. Well one was dreadlocked the other had an asymmetrical hair cut which fits her perfectly. That lead us to talking about the craziest thing we would wanna do when we're legal. We sat by the sea for awhile listened to songs on alternate players, WTF! Haha. I found Stefy & My Precious in his playlist and we sang like no one's business, never reaching any of the correct note. At 6 plus we settled for Komala's which as awesome. VEGETARIAN CURRY STUFF! But the prices are kinda rad so that'll probably be the last time I have it for half or a whole year. Afterwards we decided to head home but I spotted my aunt at the one of the tables near the entrance. She's not a good sign. I know, I don't understand the auntsie minds too. Thank God there was another exit at the other end! But we had to walk a longer route to the underpass. So there's where we talked more about life and goals and such, waited for the buses and all. I guess I didn't really need my zen on the bus ride home.
