Locked In

It all started out in a not so perfect Saturday morning. I woke up to the morning sun while the birds are still ciphering away until I swallow my saliva. My throat felt like a thousand blades piercing through it. In a flash I quickly grab the water bottle which was just an arm reach away; to my relief the throat no longer hurts. Well less than a minute later I walked to the balcony and light a cigarette for a sound victory over sore throat.

After the cigarette, I went to play some golf. You see I am practicing for the tournament, hitting -10 to -12 in that course consistently is good, but, the other people in that tournament can and may do better than that. Therefore I need to train hard and to hit consistently -13 and up.

About 10-ish in the morning, Bee walked in to my room and say bye; she going to her uncle place over night with her brother. As a gentle barbarian I say bye while practicing my shots. Once I finished the 18th hole, my tummy growled to an extend of a poor little puppy hunger for tender loving care. I decided to go out to buy me some food. I searched and searched for the house keys as though I am playing hide and go seek with it. When I am about to lose all hope of finding the key, Bee’s brother messaged me and say they took the house keys…all of them.

As poor sad little barbarian hunger for food, it left me no choice…I dig up the fridge and cupboards looking for food….and then. Viola, there it is, sitting there ever patiently waiting for me to notice it, two packets of Indo Mee.

After satisfying my hunger, it is back to golf and more golf until it is time for dinner.

Dinner was simple, all I did was boiled some rice and with my shamanistic power turn it into a pot of gold (read: fried rice). To my surprise, my shamanistic powers are weak, pitifully weak I tell ya. What I did next was a shame….I refried the rice (--“)

After dinner is back to golf, do not tell me I need a life, I am stuck in the apartment. By the way, this is just a fraction of how bored I can and may get into.

When Sunday came, it is back to more golf. The television was not showing anything interesting to watch the whole entire day time. Put it short, I slept most of it and ate what was left of the fried rice.