Spaghetti.

If the title is still unclear to you, I'm posting about spaghetti. And yes, it's a type of food. And no, I am not obsessed with it. Frankly, spaghetti ain't really a big part in today's post. Semester break is over now and I reluctantly started going to classes again on Tuesday. But before I bore you with my insanely dull life, let me tell you what happened on Monday night.

Because Sunday's a public holiday, we got a day off of classes. So yeay, no going back home on Sunday! Instead, I went back home on Monday night. And just as I got back, Shazana who was already there asked me to go down to dinner. She said this guy from her Bel class asked to have dinner with her. And he brought...yes you guessed it. Spaghetti. Apparently he made it himself. But that's not important. What's important is that I actually refused to go because I recalled the day when she told me who he was. He's the class rep for Bel, and I can faintly remember his face in a passport-sized photo which was glued to his plain-looking biography that Puan Liz asked them to do. It was written in pencil...or was it a black pen? Either way, he did it at the last minute. It was amusing, really. Shazana also told me how arrogant he was. "Arrogant prat." That's what she called him. I did not wish to be in the company of some boy who constantly tries to impress people with his 'capabilities'. I went down together with her, despite my reluctance to go.

So as we were withdrawing cash from the ATM, the boy walked inside Kolej Rafflesia, headphones on, head down. He was holding a large tupperware. Shazana recognized him and they both said hi. She pointed to where we were gonna sit and he walked away while putting his headphones back on. When we got to our seats, Shazana asked me whether he really was much taller than her. I couldn't lie of course, he had to be around 180 cm. Kinda tall for a Malay dude, which surprised me a lot since I stalked his Facebook profile and he appeared to be of medium height. So we sat down and he opened the lid of the tupperware. Spaghetti, yes. All of us talked while Shazana and I shamelessly scarfed down the meal he brought for us. I kinda called him a dickbag for not accepting my friend request on Facebook and Shazana immediately spat out a chunk of spaghetti that landed right in front of him. Believe me, I laughed so hard that I almost choked on the spaghetti too. I apologized and he took out his phone to accept my friend request. The night went on and we talked for quite awhile.

Last night, after Shazana cleaned the tupperware for him, we surprised him with a bit of goodies that consisted of a juice box, raisins and packets of Magic biscuits (they're really magical!) and stuffed them into the tupperware. Well it was the least we could do. He turned out not to be arrogant at all. He was funny and easy to talk to.
To Amir Farid,
Hello new friend! It was nice meeting you :) *and sorry I called you a dickbag.