I met Dide for dinner last week, so that she may take a picture of my cool shirt with not so cool blurry text:

This entry was posted in Pictures, Travelling on December 7, 2003 by 2konbla.

I had a double pass for My Boss’s Daughter at GSC Midvalley, and I had a free Saturday with absolutely nothing to do.

And so, I called all possible fans of Ashton Kutcher. (Meaning them females.) At least 10 straight out could not make it, but 4 said they could and (hours) later could not.

At one point, false hope was so high, I felt like Thomas Edison when he found the right filament. Of course, the rain drowned all hope.

Like a curse it was! I did not believe in luck and fate and all that, but this was too ironic indeed. Today was supposed to be a Saturday. The easiest day to go out. The holiday season was on. Nature, however, was all against it.

In an awesome act-of-God, God meddlesomely knew that I had a college project to finish. I didn’t even bump into anybody familiar in Midvalley!

It wasn’t until I broke out of routine that I would break the spell. I was hungry, but not hungry enough for a greasing of fast food. I walked to Rotiboy, and I bumped into an ex-classmate from school!

“Albert!”

I didn’t recognize him at first. A lot later I realized he was the Malay prefect who negotiated in Chinese with the gangsters. And here I was, a banana, unable to speak Chinese. He looked Chinese anyway.

I don’t even remember ever trying the legendary Mexican Bun, so I asked how many would be nice for lunch. He sold me two for RM1.50. Later I found that one bun was RM1.50. 🙂

It was nice, strong smelling, collapsingly crunchy, and had sweet butter on one end. How do you tell which end is it, so you don’t start there?

However, after two, I was full, and I didn’t feel the same addiction that many have described.

(Please make sure your monitor is clean before you lick it.)

I was supposed to meet up with Shaz in KL at 9:30pm to borrow his digital camera. He had college before that so I couldn’t meet him earlier.

Instead of bumming around town walking alone as usual staring at people, I figured, why not break fast? I called 5 friends, all of which could not make it in the end.

Shaz’s class was cancelled, so he could come a bit earlier. It was like fate. If only he would call and I would say I was eating dinner at One Utama, and that I’d only be in KL at 9:30pm. If only.

FOOD

We went to Hartz Chicken Buffet. I took loads of fried chicken and little biscuits. Refillable ice lemon tea is heaven, man. Unfortunately I didn’t read all the signs and I took liver disguised as fried chicken! Eugh. Had to finish it, or I’d have to pay for it. 😛

I O U

I was walking towards the bus stop, and I passed by Low Yat Plaza. In a weird Sixthseal kind of way, this blur-looking guy comes up to me, asking if I speak Chinese. We speak Malay.

Apparently, he needed RM24 to get a bus back to Banau, Negeri Sembilan. He showed me his IC and an empty wallet. He said his friend took his money.

I pointed to the police car parked across the street (at Sungei Wang) and told him to go report his friend. He then admitted that he owed his friend money. “Itu you punyer pasal”, I said. It was his fault, him to blame.

He pleaded again, saying he would call me and mail me the money. I turned around to check my pocket (not very safe thing to do) and I gave him RM5. I told him to go ask some other people, since that was ‘all I had‘.

Shaz’s digicam was in my pocket, but I figured it wouldn’t be safe to let him know. He had a real authentic pitiful face though. 😛

I hereby unleash the camboy in me! (Took quite a while since I wasn’t photogenic today. 🙁 )