Of Wasting, Bens & Hantus
Have just gotten home from the time I posted last. Chicken katsu curry at Wagamama's with Ben did not materialise. Which led to a forty eight hour-long wasting session.
It seems that the Irish have developed a fad for fusion Japanese cuisine, which explained the long queue of pale-faced hopefuls waiting to go into Wagamama's. That cost me my chicken katsu curry. Damn you people. Cibai.
Decided to walk much further downtown to Charlie's 3. Charlie's is a chain of fast food/takeout outlets in Dublin. The owner is Malaysian, an Ipoh guy, and almost its whole staff is the former as well. It's always nice eating there, as they have almost proper Malaysian fare. Their Char Koay Teow, Nasi Lemak, and Nasi Ayam are especially worth noting.
The only downside to the place is that they're located very close to Nick & Ron's home, which means that a session at C3 will always be followed by a session at theirs, whether planned or not. So. Since Ben and I have been stuck at home studying (or trying our best to, rather), we decided to drop by for a bit of male bonding.
Big mistake.
Ended up getting really smashed. Drank our current and undoubtedly soon-to-be sorrows away. How smashed?
This smashed.
The picture cracks me up. Ha. Ha. Chit chit!
After a night a restless sleep (punctuated by instances of retching and regurgitation), we decided to go for a movie marathon. XXX2, Guess Who?, The Wedding Date. Dinner followed. Decided then to adjourn to Ben's place as Ron had a sudden Naruto craving. Stayed up the whole night talking cock/watching anime at Ben's.
And thus, forty eight hours of our lives were spent. I hope my dad doesn't find out this is how I spend his hard-earned money. I'm sorry, father. I will help you till the earth, milk the cows, and slaughter the pigs when I'm home for summer.
Our parents are all farmers, see.
That said, there's been confusion in the air about how many Bens are there, and which Ben is which. I will try and uh.. clear up the air.
The Ben whose blog link is to the right is Ben Khor. He tags as Ben/Ben Khor. Ben Khor is currently reading law in Malaysia. Ben Khor went to school with me, and was my student in the sax. I thought him how to blow, he thought me a considerable amount about life. A quick hello to Ben Khor. Hello, Ben Khor!
The Ben who is in Ireland is Ben Lim. He lives down the road from me, and this is how he looks when asleep.
I'm all cracked up again. Ha. Ha. Ben Lim tags as Apt. 6 Pembroke St. and secretly resents Ben Khor for sharing his name. Kidding.
Whoa.. That certainly took awhile.
Am ending now. So long, farewell. The contents of my precious jar of sambal ikan bilis have mysteriously menghilang. I'm on to you, hantu ikan bilis. Stop eating my sambal.
It seems that the Irish have developed a fad for fusion Japanese cuisine, which explained the long queue of pale-faced hopefuls waiting to go into Wagamama's. That cost me my chicken katsu curry. Damn you people. Cibai.
Decided to walk much further downtown to Charlie's 3. Charlie's is a chain of fast food/takeout outlets in Dublin. The owner is Malaysian, an Ipoh guy, and almost its whole staff is the former as well. It's always nice eating there, as they have almost proper Malaysian fare. Their Char Koay Teow, Nasi Lemak, and Nasi Ayam are especially worth noting.
The only downside to the place is that they're located very close to Nick & Ron's home, which means that a session at C3 will always be followed by a session at theirs, whether planned or not. So. Since Ben and I have been stuck at home studying (or trying our best to, rather), we decided to drop by for a bit of male bonding.
Big mistake.
Ended up getting really smashed. Drank our current and undoubtedly soon-to-be sorrows away. How smashed?
This smashed.
The picture cracks me up. Ha. Ha. Chit chit!
After a night a restless sleep (punctuated by instances of retching and regurgitation), we decided to go for a movie marathon. XXX2, Guess Who?, The Wedding Date. Dinner followed. Decided then to adjourn to Ben's place as Ron had a sudden Naruto craving. Stayed up the whole night talking cock/watching anime at Ben's.
And thus, forty eight hours of our lives were spent. I hope my dad doesn't find out this is how I spend his hard-earned money. I'm sorry, father. I will help you till the earth, milk the cows, and slaughter the pigs when I'm home for summer.
Our parents are all farmers, see.
That said, there's been confusion in the air about how many Bens are there, and which Ben is which. I will try and uh.. clear up the air.
The Ben whose blog link is to the right is Ben Khor. He tags as Ben/Ben Khor. Ben Khor is currently reading law in Malaysia. Ben Khor went to school with me, and was my student in the sax. I thought him how to blow, he thought me a considerable amount about life. A quick hello to Ben Khor. Hello, Ben Khor!
The Ben who is in Ireland is Ben Lim. He lives down the road from me, and this is how he looks when asleep.
I'm all cracked up again. Ha. Ha. Ben Lim tags as Apt. 6 Pembroke St. and secretly resents Ben Khor for sharing his name. Kidding.
Whoa.. That certainly took awhile.
Am ending now. So long, farewell. The contents of my precious jar of sambal ikan bilis have mysteriously menghilang. I'm on to you, hantu ikan bilis. Stop eating my sambal.
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