.Friday, June 1, 2007 ' 5:32 PM x
Sorry no photos were taken except for some scenic ones which
I think is unimportant. We arrived earlier than expected. And
the three BIG people looked like idiots sitting outside.
The place was a bit torn-down(not!) and isolated. We bought
tickets from the head desk which was specially reserved for
us. Khaliq, being super kind, offered to pay $6 for it.
Thanks Mr.Panda(: The ticket looked like this:
This stage production was picked from their SYF performance.
Very innovative, I thought. Especially the alarm part.
Anyway, Khaliq kept on pestering me that I looked like
one of the characters who played as 'the retarded sister'.
She carried and fling her teddy bear all around. And,
I'm supposed to look like her? FUCKER, mr panda!
I gave my best applause, after it had ended eagerly
waiting for Khaliq's friend to meet us. That was the part
where Harith turned and say," Hey, look at the guy behind you."
Being confident that what he meant was to CHECK HIM OUT,
I spun. "Ohmygod. he's cute!" and I turned to the front.
Harith and Khaliq chuckled at my reaction, because it was
FAST & LOUD of me to say so. I think he heard. Because,
when we went out, he looked at me. That was when I thought
that he looked way better under the dim light. :P
The three of us sort of blended in the Damai crowd, unshamely
tagged along with them to Far East and have our dinner.
They were noisy people I tell you. A whole BIG group of them,
a total of like 15 people including us. I ate Claypot Seafood.
Fooh, like a hell-yeah stomach pleasure. Only, I thought that
Somerset's claypot are a two-thumbs up, better than far easts'.
Want to take a glimpse of my own claypot recipe? Seriously, mine
was awfully appetizing! Get it? Contradicting sentences again.
WAGHWAGH! Okay, judge for yourself.
So, yummy enough? It's all our leftovers mixed together with
some seasonings. To make it look appealing, I added chillis.
The red liquid ones, and the green(jeruk)ones. All ready to
be served. Since I was all bubbly and high, I acted as a
waiter serving my buddies. It was insane. Harith was laughing
uncontrollably. Khaliq looked as if he's going to barf.
I then, played along and pass the claypot to the hawker owner.
I spoke, in malay, "Bang, sorry eh. Saye tak habiskanlah. kenyang."
The malay man knew what my intention was, to play a prank on them.
He passed it to the chinese man. "Eh, she want to tuppau."
I broke into laughters! He absent-mindedly thought I was serious.
It's our leftovers for god's sake! HAHAHA! The malay man was
grinning at me, since our plan worked. What a day[:
Mr panda did not attend two remedials today. My guess was,
he's busy into getting his contaminated hands clean.
Remember our MRT ride back home? Haha! And the skinhead
who carried carrots? LOL. Now that's comical.
Labels: Happy and you know you clap your hands.
I have tried farcical. Now what else?
