What a Day

Sunday had been rather eventful, compared to other Sundays, and this was Sunday.

It started out with me going to Dylan's house early in the morning, to teach him to skateboard.

Gotta admit, he learns quite fast.

After skating awhile in the tunnel, we got tired of the place and walked/skated around the neighbourhood, looking for Brandon and Kelly's houses, which were in the area.

Finding Brandon's house was easy. Description: House with X-trail car parked up front. Nothing amazing.

Kelly's house proved to be a bit more troublesome. Description: Got lost on the way there. Didn't see the house.

In the end, we found we had made one big circle around the place and went back to his place.then my mom came to fetch me home.

An hour or so later. . . . . .

"Hey, are you ready to go out?"

"Hold on, looking for my handphone..."

Soon I found that I had somehow or other switched phones with Dylan. Wonder how that happened.

Dylan's phone was so much more amazing than mine, unfortunately, and still more unfortunate, I had to return it. But not before my brother and sister played with it's songs and camera.

So I called the Tan residence, and their grandmother picked up.

The grandmother: "BOOYyy!! YOUR FRIEND IS CALLING!!!!"

I nearly went deaf.
So, after the handphone was returned, me plus family went out to KLCC as my brother had some kind of educational fair to attend.

At the bookstore ( Kinokunia) , guess what?

Ran into the whole Lee parade. First, almost bumped into Alison, then saw Dylan, then Elliot. And their mom.

Coincidence, my foot. I don't believe in it.

Anyways, after a series of event I'm to lazy to write, I found that my brother had joined Alison and Elliot in Starbucks to finish his Literature homework ( Darn, why wasn't I invited? ) , and I went to purchase a certain football from a certain shop.


And This is the football it will be replacing.


Pitiful looking, ain't it?

Anyways, after that, we left the mall, only to go to another mall ( Pavillion ) after sending my brother to his literature class. Tiring.

"Look at that! It's the MAYC! Just like the YMCA only mixed up."

" It's the YMCA that doesn't encourage gays, so when gays look for somewhere to stay, it'll be like : ' Look, boys! We can stay at the Y-M-C-. . . Damn, it's the MAYC, not the YMCA. . . '. "

That was the journey to Pavilion. Pavilion was uneventful. We just stuck around while waiting for my brother to finish class.

Hours later. . .

We went to pick up my brother from his class, and had dinner at the most cramped up Pizza Hut in the world. The building it was in had a terribly cramped up parking lot, too.

" That restaurant was so cramped up that when every time I turned around, I would hit Jun Shern! "

" I don't think it's the restaurant's fault that you hit him. "

So, after the cramped dinner, we went home. Wow, out for 11 hrs on that day.