A Little Twist in the Plot...No?

I had planned on writing a post about what followed my arrival from the zoo last Tuesday. I wanted to tell you how angry my mum was for not answering her phone calls. Yes, the 28 missed calls. I told her that the cellphone was to blame. It was already fully charged the night before and yet it still went dead while I was busy working at the zoo. Tired and definitely not in the mood for her lecture, I stressed out the point that it was purely unintentional. It was the phone. But she had more rational and solid counter arguments against mine, so I gave in. It was already Maghrib anyway. I had to get ready for the activity we had planned for the night ("we" being me, Reno, Ali and Haziq) - go karting in Shah Alam.

Later I found out that she had called several friends of mine too, asking about my whereabout.
Haih.

I also wanted to tell you how twisted my Tuesday was. The trip to the zoo was something I really looked forward to. It started off well, but it didn't end the way I wanted it to be. The supposed go kart racing was a big letdown too. I had called the place earlier, asking if it opens that night. The voice at the other end of the line confidently confirmed this, so we thought everything would turn out okay. But it didn't. When we arrived at the place, it was already closed. I felt so pathetic and miserable. Luckily this bunch of people knew how to have fun, even in the worst case possible. Hence, determined not to let their trip to Shah Alam to go to waste, they decided to have a mini tour around the city. Armed with only a camera, we went on a photoshooting spree - from the arcade of Plaza Masalam to the lake nearby the PKNS building and finally concluding the tour at a mamak restaurant in Bukit Jelutong.

What a night it was.
Thank you for making my day.


But I couldn't tell the whole story properly because something went horribly askew yesterday.
I don't want my writing to sound rather narrative, so let me just stress some key points from the incident.

Number one. We decided to have the go kart racing yesterday. And so we did. Called the person in charge three times in advance, just to be clear. Nine of us turned up that afternoon - Haziq, Ali, Reno, Wiri, Faris, adik Reno, Farrah, Meri and me.

Number two. So we had an awesome race. While busy tackling corners and drifting through the hairpins, I felt something slipping through my pocket and it went to my back. But perhaps I was too busy manouvering the circuit to notice, so I ignored it.

Number three. Little did I know that it was actually my cellphone slipping out of my pocket. It only came to my realisation after the race ended. I checked the seat of the go kart, but to no avail. Panicked, I searched around the circuit, leaving no area untouched. The rest tried to help as well. We even tried calling the number to see if it could lead us somewhere. It couldn't. In the end, our one hour search around the mini circuit only met with my own frustration.

Number four. Here's the thing. The fact that the phone couldn't be reached suggests that it was either damaged as it hit the ground, or someone might have found it lying somewhere and switched it off. And kept it for himself. The first theory was indeed valid. But to be fair, we had covered the whole area in our search, so even if it was smashed upon impact, we could at least find its little pieces somewhere. But nope, none was found. I hate to be judgemental and pessimistic, but this actually leads me to the second theory. It could still be on the seat when I left the go kart and someone might have noticed the cellphone and quickly took it and make it his. This sounds rather silly, but my previous phone shared the same misfortune too. And um, I guess when you've become a victim once, you are somehow able to sense this kind of thing happening. It's like a victim's hunch I should say. Or maybe I just don't know who to blame.

Number five: Why do I put my cellphone in my pocket? Dude, everybody else did the same thing too, so it was not an issue. If my spider sense was tingling that day, I probably would've just left it in the car. But maybe things were meant to happen that day, and so it happened anyway.

So yeah, I lost my phone. My bad Wednesday. I figured that Fatin had a bad day too. Haih. Malang memang tak berbau. I will probably get my number back soon, so in the mean time, I'm pretty much a phoneless guy. Just like the old days. Hey, actually this is pretty funny, come to think of it. My cellphone and I were not in good terms lately. I've said some bad things behind its back. Lagging la, battery cacat la. Besar gedabak la. Maybe it felt offended, hence it decided to disappear. Padan muke saya tak bersyukur. My only regret was that we did not part ways in good terms. Sigh.

To Nabila, thanks for organising the voluntary work at the zoo yet again. Really appreciated it. And the brief visit to your place too. Everything was great except for the timing. Sorry if I ever offended you in any way. And I know that my mum was texting you that day, so the whole "jangan-beritahu-oggy" thing tu bley stop dah:P To Fatin, jangan fobia nak basuh baju lak lepas ni. Haha. And get well soon yo. Tak macho la nangis2.

Happy December the 25th everyone.