Went out with the Gay Squad, or also known as Graphics Department Plus Fen Plus Riz. Riz and Stepo were mummy and daddy of the day and their children were me, Fen, Jools, Putih and Nanas. We went to the boring Sunway Pyramid and did nothing much. Riz and I bought stationery from Popular, during which the Gay Squad ditched us and hid so obviously on the next floor like a row of skunks. Found a number of ridiculous items such as worm Estebans and octopus plushies. I do want to buy the octopus on a stick - a back massager apparently. I just love octopi. They are smart and wiggly and are constantly pouting. Nanas found wrestling playing cards. Imagine playing solitaire and having to uncover an entire deck of muscle mania. Quelle horreur!
How corny!
Esteban worms.
Cinderella and Snow White seem smitten.
Then we had lunch at Friday’s because Itallianies was still under construction. Poo. I only ate the appetisers but felt so full already, then Riz and Stepo gave some of their food to me. Our waiter’s name was Tommy and Nanas asked why. I’m sure it was meant to be rhetorical. I could not eat much because I was still a bit sick. You would think Friday’s had freshly-squeezed juice, considering the price - RM 7.90 - but no, my apple juice was Sunkist straight from the box. How stupid is that? We told the Friday’s people that we were celebrating the birthdays of Riz and Jools … and they believed us. Not that they had a reason to doubt us. They sang like mad and made Riz and Jools stand on chairs and give speeches. Riz hit the ceiling. I think. They gave us two slices of choccy woccy doodah cake, and surprisingly we could eat them up. It’s as though you can’t eat anymore when you’re that full, but chocolate is excused. And then we got drunk naturally, just by talking. We have exceeded the possible number of inside jokes a group of friends can have. From the neighbours and the underwear friends to caulifleur and cucumbre.
I watched lots of telly yesterday. First thing in the morning was a bit of anime and Asian Food Channel. Then there was an advertisement with a … cauliflower in it. In nearly every show I watched, somebody had to have a French accent or an Austrian one which is just as bad. The Airbus 380 documentary was kind of awesome because who is not fascinated by planes? And, nearly everyone on the show was French. The fact that the French accent was unsettlingly sexy and humorous at the same time was damaging towards my health. Laughed like a nutcase there again.
Stepo and I are going for the IACT Exploration Workshop on the 15th and 16th, so come with.Went out with Fa and Ma to Parade. We ditched Fa and went shopping and he holed up in MPH. Was just thinking that oh, I will not be seeing Riz (who now has a blog with a title that sounds like pornography) ’til December but there he was in Parade too, big and tall and clear as daylight. It can’t hurt to see someone besides the Gay Squad. Been seeing a little too much of the same people.
There are such people who ask for permission when they link to your blog when in fact you see them four hundred days out of seven hundred and thirty, like Zhen and Riz. Which I don’t mind but I find weird because I get people I do not know linking to me. (WordPress told me.) Or maybe I do know them, but these people have a million identities online. I did too, which were Himitsu and Fylleth basically. Only ancient friends call me that and I have lost contact with nearly all of them. A certain old accquaintance that I happen to be in contact with, is also someone that irritates me to death. The better friends I had may have totally forgotten me. Haih.
Miss the old days where there were not as many people online, not as many bloggers - and everyone around had nicer blog layouts (number one priority) instead of the photocopied Web 2.0 style (which I hope will extinguish soon). Bubbles and shiny blobs and simplicity. One site ends up looking like the other, like they are all done by the same designer. I secretly feel happy to find gorgeous sites still coded in good ol’ HTML, because I’m one of the few people who utterly suck at PHP and WordPress. Sites that are not necessarily easy to navigate but are nice to look at anyway. Do read this article. Ma told me I could never be a designer like this, to pick beauty over function. Not that I would ever be allowed to. My family gives 0% support towards me wanting to take anything related to graphic design. And so I still have no idea what to do.
January 11th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
I’ll say, Secret Recipe sell better juice. They even have pulp.
I bet Tommy spiked the iced lemon tea and that’s why we couldn’t get refills of it. That sneaky little bastard, trying to intoxicate us.
Lovely blog layouts make me sad. I don’t know HTML for beans. ;C
January 11th, 2008 at 8:50 pm
meh blog desu not sound leik pernographey, oui?
at least putih can forever remember us whenever she is learning pastry, baking etc.
teacher: so zoosay kelas, we shall leern bout ze kitchen sektzs and the fla’ier XD
we were spiked!! whoever would even laugh at flour, cauliflower, french accents or cucumber D: must be nanas’s fault.
January 14th, 2008 at 2:23 am
I blame nanas. Yes yes.
January 14th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
IT’S AWAYS MY FAULT WTF?!?!?!?!??!!
January 14th, 2008 at 8:39 pm
because you were the one that went:
“eh, why is your name tommy aah??”
how can he not hate us after that? XD
January 16th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
So your conclusion is he spiked our drinks out of revenge lah!
It’s a BLOODY weird name!!!!
January 17th, 2008 at 1:11 pm
why you think we were rambling about vegetables? no sane person with a clear mind will do that, dear.
January 18th, 2008 at 11:02 pm
IT WAS RIZWAN’S FAULT!!!!