1600hrs, hmv @ heeren
jo: hey, i know this girl! she looks good... *picks up a rainie yang chinese cd*
moby: ... *not very interested*
jo: hey! she's coming to singapore tomorrow leh! *reads the sticker on the cd cover*
moby: wow. *still not very interested*
jo: bishan junction 8, 7pm!!!
moby: ... *tries to ignore jo*
jo: let's go lah!!!
moby: no thanks. *walks away*
2000hrs, sushi place @ paragon
jo: eh, jay, this rainie yang is coming to singapore tomorrow to sign autographs leh!
jason: huh? who's that?
jo: you know, rainie yang lah! i watch her on tv one!
jason: err... *obviously oblivious to who she is*
jo: you wanna join me tomorrow or not??
jason: siao. how old already.
2300hrs, jo's place @ telok kurau lorong k
jo: ooi...don't ditch me for some chic tomorrow lah...go and see rainie leh...
moby: i already told her that i'm meeting her lah.
jo: wah lau eh...you always like that one loh...
moby: aiyah, pass me the freaking ball lah!!! *eyes glued to tv screen while playing winning eleven 9 on playstation 2 with jo*
0410hrs, jo's place @ telok kurau lorong k (during liverpool match)
jo & moby: goal!!! well done crouchie!!! *liverpool 1, everton 0*
jo: eh, go leh.
moby: don't want.
0630hrs, jo's place @ telok kurau lorong k (after liverpool match)
moby: can i use the toilet in your room? the one downstairs a bit dirty lah...
jo: go loh.
*5 minutes later*
moby: err...btw, how to flush ah?
jo: must pull the thing inside...
moby: i tried, but it kinda broke when i did that...
*water splashing everywhere*
jo: wah lan eh!!!
*jo tries to salvage the situation...moby stands one side feeling very stupid, and not to mention very sleepy*
jo: fuck it. forget about it...
*moby feels the hammer of guilt panging at his heart*
*moby tries to fall asleep on jo's couch*
1800hrs, jo's place @ telok kurau lorong k (after late late lunch)
jo: how? when you meeting the chic?
moby: don't know leh...haven't arranged yet...but i need to pass her something later.
jo: go with me lah...
moby: hmmm... *thinks about the toilet incident last night*
jo: you've got nothing better to do now anyway!
moby: but i'm supposed to meet this chic...
jo: aiyah, go with me first lah!
moby: ok loh...let's go.
jo: huh?? really ah...but what if we go there and can't see her??? what if there're a lot of people??
moby: then how? you wanna go or not? *walks to jo's balcony to take a very deeeeep breath*
moby: hey look, there's a rainbow outside...
moby: yeah... *takes picture of rainbow using his nokia 3230 phone, but can't seem to send the damn thing to his email address, so gives up trying to upload it onto his blog...knn*
jo: it's a sign already!!! rainbow = rainie...let's go... *runs inside to get ready*
moby: why the fuck did i even tell him...sigh. *looks up to the sky and mumbles to himself and the rainbow*
1930hrs, top of the 8 @ bishan junction 8
moby: well, i guess that your prediction was right...
moby: at least take a picture lah! my phone's camera is damn lousy... *takes a few pictures of the thousands of mostly teenage kids and their parents using his nokia 3230, which he unfortunately cannot send to his email once again to upload onto his blog...knn*
jo: don't want. besides, my zoom not powerful enough.
*crowd of teenagers start chanting "don't cry rainie!" cuz she was spouting her i'm-so-touched-to-have-all-you-fans-tears*
moby: you mean we're that far behind??
jo: i refuse to answer that question.
*the mc starts shouting "no queue cutting! one at a time! and in order to speed things up, there will be no shaking hands with rainie!"*
moby: i'm going home...i gotta get ready to go out already.
2100hrs, moby's place @ farrer court (on the phone)
moby: hey hi...where're you guys?
chic: we're somewhere near my office...
moby: oh ok...how long are you all going to stay there?
chic: not sure...but i think you don't need to come already lah...i'm working tomorrow, so i'll probably have to leave by the time you get here...some other time lah...it's not like i need it very urgently anyway...
moby: oh...ok loh...some other time then! enjoy yourselves!
*long story end*
moby and rain don't mix well...not shaken, nor stirred. sigh. =|