Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Of Balls and Sweets.
Met
I-lin and
Kenneth last night for some beef balls extravaganza near Seah Street... Kenneth enjoyed himself so much that he wanted to eat another bowl of BB noodles, but the shop closed on him muahahahhaha. We walked past Kilinneys Kopitiam and he kept drooling at the half-boiled eggs and kaya toast. Such a tall skinny greedy bugger. tsk tsk tsk.
I-lin had to run off to have a.. uh... heck i'll just say it...SHIT. So Kenneth and I thought
hmmm where should we go eat next?
Now look, before you go all motherly on me and say "
when you're eating don't say shit or anything disgusting like that", let me assure you that shit and food are related, and such a relationship is not as disgusting as one would imagine. Whatever you eat comes out as shit, so it's like breathing and farting... should we not fart when we're breathing (or when somebody else is for that matter?) Granted you wouldn't breath in when someone else farts, but that's not really the same thing, just as how you wouldn't eat while you're shitting nor eat someone else's shit. So there. Thinking and talking about food and shit at the same time doesn't make you a bad person. Don't believe everything your mum tells you.
But i digress. So we went to
Bakerzin at Raffles City (where they have this annoying chirping bird call going on 24/7 in the restaurant, so much so when i started whistling back at them, noone noticed) and Kenneth pigged out on cafe affogato and 5 tapas desserts (which translates to really small portions of creme brulee, banana tart and various other chocolate and coffeeish things in glass cups that rolled around on your table aimlessly. Cos they have a round base. Yeah. I dunno why either don't bother asking me. Topped all that shite with a pot of cammomile. mmmmm niceeeeeee. :) Gave I-lin her birthday prezzie... 2 tickets to
the Vienna Boys' Choir. Since i myself can't go cos i have to attend a wedding the next morning (and i'm the best man), i thought i'd give it to someone else to enjoy. Would have given 'em to kenneth but the bastard just wanted me to spend 77 bucks on him so he could see what the inside of the esplanade hall looked like. Buy your own ticket, scumbag :P
Ken and I decided we should go to
Mortons and have the
Godiva chocolate cake one day cos i was raving about it. Chocolate ooooooziing out of that warm... ok dammit now i'm hungry. I think we should ask Joan and Ling along. Mmmmm... chocolate cake.
