Sunday

My alarm clock rings at 8am. I wake up in my room - my air-conditionless room. My upper back aches from the uncomfortable sleeping position that seemed comfortable a few hours earlier. I crack my shoulders and head out into the living room. Everyone's awake - my mom, my brother, my aunt, my uncle, and my cousin.

I'm sleepy as heck. We get ready for mass. My mom came up with the brilliant idea of attending mass at St. John's Cathedral in the city. We piled into my relatives' Ipoh-licensed car and headed for the LRT station in Kelana Jaya. We stopped at the Masjid Jamek station and walked to the cathedral from there. It's hot as hell. There's a large group of Filipino women and men getting a haircut at the side of a road near the stairway that led to the cathedral from the back. Inside, we all sat in a single pew together. A baby in front of me almost drooled onto my handphone. The church band was bad. The priest was old and was mumbling his sermon incomprehensibly and extensively. We were all bored and falling alseep. After mass, we decided to take the LRT home. The train wasn't as packed as before. An Indonesian woman kept replying all her handphone calls by yelling "Belummmmm!". A hot Dutch backpacker stumbled in from the Pasar Seni station and asked if it was the right train to the main station. We struck a small conversation. He's from Amsterdam. He gets off at the next station. Darn. The sun is still scorching hot. A seated guy in a chef's uniform pukes nearby. He's in the middle of a bad hangover. His puke travels all over the floor as the train moves.

We get to Kelana Jaya, and drive to The Curve for lunch. The folks wanted to shop in IKEA again. They were there yesterday. We walked and walked and walked. My feet hurt. After shopping we drive home. It's raining. I have a splitting headache. I'm sleepy. Whatever.