So I was rounding up the people who were going to have satay with me. One fella however, had a better idea…
Me: So you coming?
Yu Zong: wat time?
Me: 8pm
Me: gather at cyber around 7Yu Zong: oo
Yu Zong: ByteblasterIIMe: ???
Yu Zong: [LPT1]
Me: wtf?
Yu Zong: shit
Yu Zong: wrong msg
Yu Zong: hahahaMe: wrong window LOL.
Me: LOLOL XDYu Zong: sorrrry!!!
Yu Zong: so
Yu Zong: satay kajang?
Chatlogs are indeed fun to read.
The carbon-flavoured air did not make for a pleasant evening walk in the streets of KL. There has been way too many vehicles in that concrete jungle that al fresco dining at ground level is nothing more than a ridiculous joke. It didn’t help that I was having a bit of a cough that day.
I quickly crossed the street to meet up with Lionel. He arrived a bit earlier than he was supposed to, but we ended up lepaking at the sidewalk in front of Izzi while we waited for the birthday boy to show up. Izzi is a fancy restaurant that specialised in Italian dishes, although I have no idea why they even bothered to offer a bowl of Asam Laksa for five times the regular street price.
Come to think of it, I haven’t tuned in to local radio for quite a long while, too. I wonder if it has anything to do with my purchase of a MP3 CD player for my car, coupled with a DVD burner and over 27GB worth of songs. I gave it some thought and I realised that I’ve been quite,… what’s the word,… restrictive[?] when it comes to mainstream music.
It’s been a while since I posted any pictures, so here’s nice big bunch of ‘em! :D
So yesterday I went to Bon Odori 2007, and this would mark my third time attending the festival. I figured that if I was going to drive there, I might as well go early and get myself a convenient parking spot. Last year was a total horror as I had to make a long trip around the entire freaking stadium and park at some back alley. I decided to go early, so affter lunch, about 3 PM, I drove to Shah Alam and arrived at The Matsushita Sports Centre [aka Panasonic Sports Centre] somewhere around 3.15 PM.
It was a hot and sunny day, but I found myself a nice resting spot under the shade of palm trees and where the wind blows a nice cool torrent of air.
My waistline has been the subject of humor for a long time. I don’t mind it at all, really. Some lady friends of mine have even taken the pleasure of a nap on my round belly or give it a nice happy rub.
One thing that peeves me, though, is when my lecturers start to take advantage of the subject. Allow me to share with you two stories that have gloriously victimized my happy, prosperous abdomen…
Pipe Hundred Nano-checkonds.
When I was still studying Engineering, I took a course on Microprocessors. One of the chapters was about Timing and I was having some difficulty with it, so I went to see the lecturer who taught us that chapter. He was a merry Bangladeshi who frequently sounds like he just sniffed some coke before he starts talking, and he goes by the name of Mr. Shabiul.
After showing him my problems, he starts to explain…
A certain female acquaintance of mine, let’s call her Anna, cooks up a wicked chicken macaroni and cheese, and she knows how much I am fond of that particular dish of hers. So, on one fine day, she called me over for lunch and gave me the wonderful opportunity of letting me savor the magics of her culinary expertise.
It’s actually a show of gratitude for some favors I did for her in the past. Besides, both of us have been busy with stuff, so it was a good chance for us to catch up.
Halfway through the meal, we heard the roar of thunder and Anna suddenly went “Shit, shit! Fazri, help me bring the laundry inside!”. So, we rushed to her backyard where the clotheslines were and I realised why she panicked like that. Like many single working females out there, she accumulated all the laundry for the week and decided to spend the day taking care of it all in one go.
Then it started to drizzle, and there was only one laundry basket - which I let her use. Anna started to panic even more so I just grabbed whatever I could. I only have two hands, right? So some of the bigger stuff like bedsheets and blankets got slung over my shoulder, and smaller stuff like blouses and skirts got draped over my arms and because we were rushing and shit, I even had to hold on to the loose items in my hands. By the time we got inside, I looked like I just robbed a fabric merchant and just escaped the bazaar. Still with clothes draped all over myself, I sat down and was catching my breath when Anna pointed an accusing finger at me.
