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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Okay, so today DID suck after all. Stupid God hates me. Asshole. It all started with the bumping of my head into the front gate thing when I left the house this morning. Then, Gigi Apu and I went to Gaucia Market to buy earrings, and we had to do it quickly ‘cause I started feeling sick for no reason. Then, we went to Rifles Square and they didn’t have any of the 3 CDs I wanted (I’ve probably said this already in the previous entry. Whatever.) and then we went to the toilet with hopes of doping, but then decided against it. Then we went to Café Mango, thinking I would see my Café Mango Guy, but HE WASN’T THERE! So, what the fuck, and we had something to eat and went home ‘cause I felt sick again. Sat around at home for a few hours and played fuckin’ Minesweeper while Gigi Apu slept, then we got ready to go out again. Gigi Apu’s friend, Asef, got us passes to go see this function. We had no idea what we were going to, but we went anyway. It turned out to be a beauty pageant. How RANDOM. It was crap, so the three of us left after about half an hour. Then we went our separate ways. Me and Gigi Apu went to Café Mango, and I was hoping that maybe my Café Mango Guy worked the night shift, but once again HE WASN’T THERE!! Fucked up beyond fucked up. I hate how God works sometimes (meaning today). Well, then we had some tea and decided to leave by 8.30 ‘cause I had to be home by 9 in order to catch my chanachur-wala*. But, Gigi Apu said she wanted to leave slightly later ‘cause she wanted to meet up with TurtleFace but I said we should get going. So we got into the car and then I started thinking, “Oh SHIT, there was a beeshkoot there!” and then me and Gigi Apu felt MORE fucked up ‘cause we could’ve stayed a few minutes more and I’d be able to see my beeshkoot (who had JUST got there, by the way) and she’d be able to see hers. On the way home, I lost all hope of seeing my chanachur-wala ‘cause God had been so evil the whole day, I had no doubt he was going to top my Worst Day Ever off by robbing me of my chanachur. However, HE CAME! He came just about 15 minutes after I got home! OH MAN I was so happy. I had about 7 or 8 rounds of chanachur – more than ANY of Bipu’s friends. Then I said goodbye to everyone properly ‘cause I was lucky enough to see all of Bipu’s friends together at once (usually some come and others don’t). And, I almost told Ronok that I dreamt of him, but then it felt really weird. I was all, “Hey, you…” “What?” “ Oh, I can’t tell you.” So it was weird. So I decided to be normal and ask where he was staying and since when. Apparently he’s living in Windsor since 2003. I never knew. Anyway, irrelevant information. I should’ve just told him about the dream ‘cause now it’s awkward. No matter, I’m leaving tomorrow morning anyway.
* “Chanachur” is some sorta snack – this stuff that Indians eat like chips. It’s short and tubular and tiny. And “wala” is like a hawker. So this chanachur-wala comes to our garden just about every day to sell his snacks to Bipu and his friends who play badminton there. I don’t usually eat chanachur, but after trying his, I’m addicted. He mixes it with lemon and tomatoes and olive oil and salt and chilli, if you want, and it’s SO DAMN GOOD. So I saw him two days ago and I told him to come today especially, and sure enough, he showed up! He even knows my name and all. So today was the big farewell, I told him to come next year as well ‘cause I’d be back then and… sigh. I had 8 rounds of chanachur, for God’s sake. That’s a hell of a lot.
By the way, I just finished an Expert level game of Minesweeper for the FIRST TIME! I’m such a dork. But that’s cool!
And also, still no sign of Rishad. His phone’s off. I doubt it’s alive anymore. I wanted to drop by at his house and at least say bye to his mom, but I didn’t. I should’ve. Stupid God hates me today. No Rishad, no Café Mango Guy, no beeshkoot. Only chanachur and Minesweeper. This is what my life has been reduced to. Stupid God.
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