It was all well planned that we were going out for lunch today. Arrangement were made to meet at Dang Wangi; making it easier for guys to meet. By the time I left the uni with Wusley and Hamada it was already close to 2 pm. The signs were not that good, but nevertheless, we remained optimistic. We are always optimistic until the sky falls on our heads, which is not alway very wise.
After reaching Bukit Bintang (BB), we made a bee line to the pavilion. Hunger was the main topic in everyones subconscious mind, and we went to eat at Carls Jr. The burger seemed to be enormous, but that hardly bothered me. I see food as a challenge that should be relished whenever possible. The burger was about 5 inches in height and was giving signals "eat me if you dare". Not be intimidated by the burger I left no scrap uneaten. The sprite was not up to standard because it was diluted with a higher quantity of water, which in my opinion is a cheap trick. We stayed in there for quite a long time until one of the guys wanted to take a leak. It so happened that we all ended up following him to the toilet. It made me feel like we are a group of ladies, which is very ironic.
Pavilion was followed by starhill gallery, and then, we headed for low yat. We only looked around starhill gallery; designer and branded items sure cost a bomb, don't they?? Low yat was visited to buy a memory card and check out the prices on broadband packages. The guy whose giving us internet now expects people not to download things from the internet. What kind of a nincompoop is that?? To think he is studying in the economics faculty makes me even more sad. The dumb nut apparently has bit more than he can chew in terms of providing a better service. I mean, increasing the number of users would obviously reduce download speed; that is not getting through to his skull. We decided of saying "screw you" and getting our own connection.
BB is full of people who express themselves in so many different and unique ways. Some can pull it off, in terms of their attire and accessories to match. Others tread a fine line that is between the black and white ares, better known as the 'grey zone". There happens to be a sub sect, which I consider totally hideous. The so called 'fashion' conscious folk ruin everything that is held dear by people like myself. It's very evident to me that none of them look at their reflection in the mirror before leaving home. I saw a guy with coloured hair, sunglasses bigger than his face, with a mixture of oddly matched clothes. He looked more like a clown than a person. I felt like saying, "bitch!!! what the fuck are you doing??". Even that would not suffice my inner most disgust.
Coaxing one of your mates to treat you for ice cream is worth the effort. It took a tag team effort and I was happy to have paid a leading role in the process. In the end the victim succumbed to our nagging cum torment and finally bought ice cream. Satisfaction never felt better and efficiency 100 percent. We were ready to call it quits for a day, but one of us thought Lot 10 is worth a visit too. Taking one for the team is part of the bro code (contains a list of do's and don'ts between bros), and it that spirit we tagged along. We shocked the shit out of all the people in the Apple shop. We had no idea that touching the top of a circular object would cause the speakers to be muted. I had in my ignorance done just that, not knowing my friend that increased the volume. Then all of a sudden he tapped the top the the circular object, that gave off a thunderous noise, resulting in all of the people in the shop devoting their full attention towards us. In our defense we just burst out laughing. Nothing like a little hullabaloo once in awhile eh??
After reaching Bukit Bintang (BB), we made a bee line to the pavilion. Hunger was the main topic in everyones subconscious mind, and we went to eat at Carls Jr. The burger seemed to be enormous, but that hardly bothered me. I see food as a challenge that should be relished whenever possible. The burger was about 5 inches in height and was giving signals "eat me if you dare". Not be intimidated by the burger I left no scrap uneaten. The sprite was not up to standard because it was diluted with a higher quantity of water, which in my opinion is a cheap trick. We stayed in there for quite a long time until one of the guys wanted to take a leak. It so happened that we all ended up following him to the toilet. It made me feel like we are a group of ladies, which is very ironic.
Pavilion was followed by starhill gallery, and then, we headed for low yat. We only looked around starhill gallery; designer and branded items sure cost a bomb, don't they?? Low yat was visited to buy a memory card and check out the prices on broadband packages. The guy whose giving us internet now expects people not to download things from the internet. What kind of a nincompoop is that?? To think he is studying in the economics faculty makes me even more sad. The dumb nut apparently has bit more than he can chew in terms of providing a better service. I mean, increasing the number of users would obviously reduce download speed; that is not getting through to his skull. We decided of saying "screw you" and getting our own connection.
BB is full of people who express themselves in so many different and unique ways. Some can pull it off, in terms of their attire and accessories to match. Others tread a fine line that is between the black and white ares, better known as the 'grey zone". There happens to be a sub sect, which I consider totally hideous. The so called 'fashion' conscious folk ruin everything that is held dear by people like myself. It's very evident to me that none of them look at their reflection in the mirror before leaving home. I saw a guy with coloured hair, sunglasses bigger than his face, with a mixture of oddly matched clothes. He looked more like a clown than a person. I felt like saying, "bitch!!! what the fuck are you doing??". Even that would not suffice my inner most disgust.
Coaxing one of your mates to treat you for ice cream is worth the effort. It took a tag team effort and I was happy to have paid a leading role in the process. In the end the victim succumbed to our nagging cum torment and finally bought ice cream. Satisfaction never felt better and efficiency 100 percent. We were ready to call it quits for a day, but one of us thought Lot 10 is worth a visit too. Taking one for the team is part of the bro code (contains a list of do's and don'ts between bros), and it that spirit we tagged along. We shocked the shit out of all the people in the Apple shop. We had no idea that touching the top of a circular object would cause the speakers to be muted. I had in my ignorance done just that, not knowing my friend that increased the volume. Then all of a sudden he tapped the top the the circular object, that gave off a thunderous noise, resulting in all of the people in the shop devoting their full attention towards us. In our defense we just burst out laughing. Nothing like a little hullabaloo once in awhile eh??
1 comment:
i want to go to carl's jr again! i went only once but i didn't order the burger that i truly wanted. i wanted the one with the guacamole. carl's jr is on my list too for next visits!
looks like u went to all the shopping malls on jln bb lol. u shld go to the toilet at starhill gallery, at the lower level.
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