It's midday. Our TV is on, but on mute mode as always and I'm playing random videos from Facebook feeds on my laptop. Ida walks into the living room with cake in her plate. "Hey, happy belated birthday favorite flatmate. Is that from your birthday party?" I ask knowing I haven't seen her in a week. "No, I bought this from Saigon". She responds as she places a huge piece on the plate which I should have cleared from the coffee table ages ago when I finished having breakfast. "I'm still waiting for the on-board supervisors to send me pictures of the party the crew threw for me on my flight back from Saigon". She adds, and settles in the adjacent couch. "Awww how thoughtful of the crew". I reply with a mouthful as I make a mental note to only eat half of the cake and spare the other for dinner. "Hey, I'm planning to go to the MIA (Museum of Islamic Art) park later this evening. Are you free..." then the YouTube video about the mistaken crowning of miss universe starts on my laptop, and that's how my earlier point on going out faded into thin air. Soon after, we both disappear into our bedrooms, and I believe Ida must have gone back to bed. Oh and oh, I must mention I cleared all the cake on my plate; so much for saving it for later.
Today being an only day off for me, staying indoors is a depressing option. I walk to Melissa's flat and find her asleep on the couch. Don't judge. Any time can be sleep time in the world we live in. "Melissaaaa..." I storm into her living room singing her name. "Get up. take a shower. We are going to the museum". Startled, she turns towards me "Rose my baby, I can't go anywhere. I've lost weight and I'm feeling unwell". I laugh out loud, knowing too well she doesn't really mean to say she lost weight, but being a native french speaker, lord knows what she meant to say. "No, really...I can't even come out because I have duty in a short time" she continues to defend herself.
Alright! So, no one is up for my little outing plan, but the weather is too pleasant, the sunset too beautiful and I am too awake to miss out on this. I take to the shower, put on some lipstick and in short time catch a taxi to the park. The sunset is all orange and the sky is on fire. There are distinct structures I came to see here; the museum itself, for one. I remember being told that the building top is made after a woman wearing hijab; the Islamic attire/ head covering for women. Be my judge. I walk around the building taking pictures from different angles, and sure enough, from whatever angle I stood, the two "hijab eyes" were always watching me. As the sky darkened, the "hijab eyes" seemed like they have pupils. Or may be that's just in my active brain.