Four and A Half Hours.

I never knew people actually got bored to the extent of kicking stones. Even throwing stones, so to speak. I thought that was just scenarios you see on telly. But, like there always is, I was once again proven wrong. My god bro and I got stranded in a parking lot yesterday for approximately 4 ½ hours with nothing but a bottle of water and an issue of the Star. In fact, the newspaper hardly helped much at all... I realise that these days, the articles in the Star is getting drier and drier. The write-ups overlap each other and even the front-page and its headlines are nothing more than featureless columns and er... propaganda.

So, let’s get to how it all started. My mum and I, up in KL for one of our many trips to the God Ma’s, stopped by Imbi Palace for dim sum. Finding the place was trouble already, but we managed. We waited in the car for a little over half an hour because someee people just refuse to give the restaurant a call to find out what time do they start serving. But well, that was no biggie. I was playing with my lappie anyways. Did you know the whole KL had Wi-Fi? I didn’t...

Nevertheless, time flew by quickly and the next thing you know, we were already nicely seated in the restaurant. My mum, Kai Ma, Yee Wei and I; we had good dim sum. Although it isn’t exactly in the same league as Carlton’s in Singapore or Hong Kong itself, you have to admit, KL is still the most practical solution to savour such delicacies in terms of funding and distance.

After lunch, it was time to hit the shops. (PS. The roasted pork was yummmmmy!) Pavilion was where we were heading, that’s if we could find the place before it was time to go back. You see, my mum strongly suggests that it’s about time I grow up, be a woman and hunt for dresses. So, I agreed. There were no strings attached, she wasn’t going to buy me my might mouse if I bought some stupid dress. I agreed. Amazingly... Amazingly, I went along with the idea pretty well.

But that was until tragedy stuck.

LMAO. Okay, it wasn’t tragedy lah... We received a phone call from Kai Ma saying that they can’t find the car keys and asked us to make for Imbi Palace once more and then see how things go. And of course, they couldn’t find the keys. Apparently, Yee Wei kor dropped it, if my memory still serves me right. So, Wei and I had to stay back while the two pretty ladies drove back to PJ, back to Desa Parkcity, to find the extra set of keys. Obviously, we had to stay behind in case some one picked up the keys and decides to drive the Innova away.

Four and a half hours, we waited. They couldn't find the keys.

Four and a half hours. We thought throwing stones when people were bored was just for TV. But I guess not. We sat down there like two... weirdos. It was like in the movies, except we can’t fast forward the scene. Oh, and I just realised I was wrong when I said the Star didn’t help much. It did in fact come to much aid as floor mats for our bottoms, keeping us uncontaminated from the unsanitary asphalt road. Moreover, if we had a pretty basket and some cutleries, it’ll be just like a nice picnic you see on telly. It was windy, thankfully, and thankfully again, the car was parked under a nice shady tree. The aroma of roasted pork filled the air too, we actually planned to knock the pork-roasting-guy unconscious with out newly mastered stone-throwing skill and then steal the yummy pig. When we were about to execute the plan, we then thought it would have been wiser if we let the guy finish his pig-roasting duty completely cause I doubt any of us knew how to roast a pig.

Sad to say, when we turned our backs, he was gone. Perhaps he was a mind reader.

Well, it was also quite an educational experience. Wei kor was teaching me some cool things about waves and we were playing with my polarized Ray Bans for a bit. Oh, we played Initial D on the phone too! But that was crap. I didn’t win.

Yee Hou came later at 4 with his new old car. We rested in the car for a bit then we did more stupid things. He did a lil drift-like thingy... Oh, Wei kor called a toll truck company but ... long story. They were irresponsible people. So he called another. While waiting, we played badminton with our hands. We grew tired after a while and then Hor kor smartly decides to lie in his car boot and pop out like some moron. No lah, he didn’t smartly trap himself. I took the keys out. Yay me! Okay, he prolly would have asked me to take it out anyhoots.

Just as he was popping out, this indon-sounding like guy came. I thought he wanted to see what stupidity we were up to, but! He was the guy who found the keys and he came to return it. When the story was told back home, some thought he was some faggot who was waiting for us to take a hike and drive off but there were also some who thought that he was sincere. I would like to think that he was. Hou kor offered him some cash, a small token, but he politely declined.

Funny, he doesn’t look quite well to do but yet he does not take it. He’s an immigrant and he came here looking for money yet he does not take Hou kor’s money. It’s nice to see that there are still some non-greedy people in the world. Well, he may have hidden agendas; prolly refusing to take the money so that that will cover up his identity as a car-stealing person with a “nice guy” façade. But again, I would like to think that he was profound and genuine.

Minutes later, the toll truck dude came. Hou kor gave him RM50 as compensation for his trip down. After that, he J-reversed or something like that and we were out of that place!

Well, I suppose dresses and me are not fated to unite just yet. I do still have tomorrow to shop though... We’ll see how things go. ;)

PS. Wei kor (smartly) decided to pass his 300D to the two pretty ladies to bring it back home so no pictures people! Save me all the time in the world... =)