Nobody's Home

This is supposed to be a long-time-ago-post..its been in the draft way too long...but oh well...
just gotta finish it...

The festive season is just around...they called it Deeparaya...combination of Hari Raya and Deepavali...whatever...nothing major to do with me anyway.

So, I am, yet again, condemned to rot in the crampy hostel room. Sounds like deja vu to me...

But it turned out to be not thhaat bad...

It happens that one of my floormates is moving on...to MMU...and we gave him a farewell party before we have to release him. Nice guy. So worth the farewell. Time Square seems an appropriate place and so is the cinema. Watched the hillarious yet touching Jackie's movie...Rob-B-Hood. And i mean seriously touching...not that I cried....but the whole hall was full of sobs and sniffs and soft whinning.















The crew of Code H.GrdFlr.

Anyway, the best part is of course the CC session. Conquered almost every game we had there. Dota, Counter-Strike and even Call of Duty 2. The latter is something fresh and it kick-started the craze...at least in us. It drove us into a 7-day streak of COD.

And boy, I mean we are hooked. The 7-day-streak(and still counting, for some cases) can prove that.

And in that 7 night, 35 bucks, 21 hours and tons of energy and concentration is dedicated to COD2. Not that I am complaining. In fact, it helps to kill time. Effectively.

And because some particular samaritan leaves his car here in the hostel, we can say we took full advantage of it. Have to. For excitement's sake. Paid the petrols la of course.

And so the car took us - or we took the car, whatever la - to BRJ for footie session, Jusco for a window shopping or just simply exploring Setapak. The car really adds a lot of colours in our life for those days.

Note that it only left 5 survivors on my floor. The hostel was a dull sandy and hazy desert. Sometimes i wondered if I really heard the ants talking. Ocassionally, I can hear other "survivors" shouting "Sien ah!!!' or "Want to die liao la!!" hysterically. My friend even tried knocking on an empty room's door and shouted "Anybody's home?"

Well, nobody's home.

Kinda funny, come to think again. Boredom really drives you to nuts. And it was these nutty things that make us happy. Once in a while.