I was reluctant to go out to Yum Cha today due to the forecast of a thunderstorm. The thing was- the event had been anticipated for some time- though not exactly carefully planned- and I had a desperate craving for siu mai + chicken wings. When I woke up it was bright and sunny, with not a single cloud in sight- so I HAD to go. So there I was, eating food with my room mate, making pleasant conversation about strange topics. I'd say I had a good time up to the point where I realized the waiter really couldn't be fucked serving us. See Yum Cha doesn't work when the waiters don't bring food around. It's a shame the service is totally shit, since the prices they charge are relatively cheap and the food tastes decent.
So after Yum Cha the weather became kind of windy- and we were kind of bored so I suggested we go shopping in the mall. My room mate said she needed shorts, because apparently every pair she'd ever owned were the length of briefs and she claimed that stores only sold slutty short-shorts. I didn't really believe her at the start, but after we visited nearly all the stores, I was inclined to believe that yes, people were only interested in selling slutty short-shorts. My room mate was almost desperate enough to go for these really ugly men's board shorts which didn't even fit her, but luckily desperation had its limits.
Even though we didn't buy anything for the longest time, so it just seemed like a total waste, I thought it was kind of fun. I think I'm the sort of person who enjoys shopping, though most of the time I prefer shopping for games and books instead of clothes. I ended up buying this green parka I've wanted since forever before she bought shorts, but oh well. By then the predicted thunderstorm was in complete motion, but I just spent money on a parka so I didn't really care.
In the end we found shorts for my room mate- it was like 4 times the price she wanted to pay but they look good, so I'd say it was worth. By the time we really had to go home, the rain was not even close to subsiding, so even though we had an umbrella I was half-soaked through the splash damage. Naturally as I was lining to board the bus, some lady decided to be a complete bitch and hold up the line by having a long conversation with the driver in the doorway, before pushing her way out to alight. Like, there were literally 10+ people standing in the rain trying to get on the bus, but she had to be difficult. She could've just stood out of the fucking passageway to talk to the driver, but nooooo, she had to block off the entire entrance. I prayed that she'd get splashed and totally soaked through as she walked past me.
But of course there had to be some other dense retard after her who decided to block the passageway. I'll admit, it's not a particularly spacious passageway, but it is possible for one person to talk to the driver while everyone else got on in single file. I push past the person, being fucking fed up, and I overhear him trying to pay with a credit card and demanding a free ride when he was told the payment option was not accepted. Like, what kind of douchebag tries to pay a bus fare with a credit card while boarding. You can charge up your bus card with your credit card, and THAT would work, but don't wave it at the driver while blocking up the entire fucking line, when it's pouring outside. God people are obnoxious fucks.
Anyway I was a bit sulky on the bus, and the fact that I almost suffocated didn't make it any better. It felt like there was no oxygen in the air- it was too warm, and the windows were sealed tight because of the rain outside, and I struggled to not hyperventilate. It didn't help that my awkward-ass friend decided to argue with me over text about the necessity of having one's own drinking cup. God it was the stupidest fucking conversation I've ever had, and I was stupid for propagating it. Lesson learnt: when someone is clearly retarded- don't talk to them, because they'll literally contaminate you with their overflow of retardation, until you get caught up like I did. So it was a shitty moment, and it rained so hard it was like the sky was pissing itself.
The only thing which lifted my mood was when I saw the ducks on my evening walk. I think I mentioned how the ponds around the area had dried up, and the ducks were sort of all huddled together towards the middle, and you can see where the ground had completely cracked open at the edges of the pond. Because of the rain- the pond had completely refilled to the point of being borderline flooded- and the ducks were sort of just swimming around, splashing in the water and not giving a fuck. I was actually legitimately worried that we were going into a drought- that the ponds would dry up and then all these ducks would die. Luckily they didn't dry out, because I found out the other day someone had chucked two pelicans into the artificial ponds. I mean sure pelicans fly so they could've came from somewhere else, but I'm not sure pelicans have an affinity towards dried-up artificial ponds.
And yeah that was everything eventful on this rainy kind of day.
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