un-rainy Sunday

Despite the cramps, I decided maybe it was time I got out of the house for a breather before I died sooner in the house. I missed lunch and dinner yesterday, so I thought I would go for a binge today. Yet as I roamed about in the malls, I realised I did not want to gain unnecessary kilos nor did I like the feeling of being bloated. I settled for Joey's family stall and got myself a plate of maggi goreng which turned out to be a portion for two. I actually finished it and did not feel full... If anything, I think the only form of consolation I got from this was that this should make up for the two meals that I never had yesterday. The day could not have begun and ended with a plate of maggi goreng. I made my way to the other end of Singapore for a 4.10p.m. movie. I managed to make it to the cinema and got the tickets for Mr. SYX and myself at 4.05p.m. The commercial trailers surprisingly lasted more than 15 minutes before we got into the mood for the movie which we contemplated for days. I figured I would have watched it on my own eventually anyway. I had to! It was my favourite Patrick Kong's production after all. While there were some bad reviews for this movie, I actually thought it was acceptable. It was in every way predictable, at least for me, because it was just Patrick Kong's kind of thing to end a story on an ambivalent note. But I thought it was precisely that that made the story realistic. The movie was not spectacular but it was not so bad. It was like hearing someone share a story before me. Oh, the most satisfying part was Steven Ma's cameo. Thankful!

Mr. SYX and I decided to try out four fingers for the first time. I thought the skinny fries were quite nice but the wings, really quite disappointing. So much for my anticipation. Of course, often it is the company that matters. Mr. SYX sat down with the tray of food and said, "It's been a while since I sat down like this and have a talk with you." I actually felt touched hearing that. And yes, I did appreciate the talk, especially because I have been feeling slightly angsty these days. 

After bidding him goodbye, I decided I did not want to go home yet. I do not usually like hanging out late at night, especially on a Sunday night. Today, however, I just did not feel like going home. I found a Starbucks nearby, thankful that it was quite empty, and got myself a comfortable seat at a corner. The wings were too oily, I had to get myself a cup of spearmint green tea to clear the toxins in my body. Not that those were the benefits, but psychologically the tea always makes me feel better. After finishing three short chapters of my storybook, I took a long bus ride home. On my way home I thought about the past and still miss some parts which I know clearly, will never come back. 

I am not unhappy. It is just one of those days that the sky seems gloomy even though it does not rain. This has not happened in a while okay. Let me indulge.