Another CS outing? Kinda.
Arrived at Persada to a deafening silence. Turns out we were actually a week early for this Education Fair that was supposed to be going on. -_-;
So we were just walking back out the doors when the first few sheets of rain came crashing down upon us like so many shards of glass. Resigned to either eating borosilicate chips or twiddling our thumbs, we opted for the latter and adjourned for lunch at the conveniently located KFC inside the complex.
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There must be something about CS, maybe a bomoh's curse or two, that make adolescent teenagers even more apathetic than usual. Yesterday everyone sauntered about the mall for a full hour before actually buying the tickets; the difference in behaviour today was unstaggeringly miniscule. In zombie mode we grunted at each other, made crass jokes and engaged in as much brain activity as it was humanely possible to spear a whale with a toothpick. In the end Wei Zherng and I gave up and went back together, leaving the rest to figure out the merits of being scared crapless by The Coffin against getting bored into submission by a mindless beat-em-up in Wushu.
Can't say I envied them.
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Before we gazoomed off, however, I went back to the store and finally got my guitar picks!
The pink one's called Ernie Ball, which according to Mikey is a guitar pick-making company with no relation to a show named after a certain street with a hamster's staple diet for a first name, and the second one's Silver. The T btw stands for 'thin' so it's relatively easier to strum with than the unyielding metal one. Imma lovin' them already. <3
Yeah, the post title's corny. Somebody please sue me...
