~InDoChiNe~

OK, this is real long. So be prepared for some eye-sore. Here's a good tip you might wanna consider: Place a bottle of eye drops beside the computer. I don't really know where to begin, but i guess i can start off at the point where Luke and I were on our way to Boat Quay, the destination of the dinner treat. Luke was driving when the phone lighted up and he said: "El, pick up the phone, it's Kenneth." So after talking to Kenneth and asking him where to park, we continued our way to find some place where we can park. In the process of parking, a message from Kenneth reached my phone. Kenneth said something like this (though not totally accurate): "ELvin, guess your good friend Malik decided to ...*can't really remember this part*...He'd better give a good explanation." (ah HA! Now for MY reply..which is the pretty neat) "Malik is a lowdown dog! He's been doing us wrong" ..then kenneth said that he'll ask malik to give us a proper explanation when he arrives. i went, "Malik should fark a dog la". Oh well, (dat's juz me, damn adamant bastard i am) really cudn't help it at dat time.

SInce malik cudn't meet us for dinner, kenneth decided dat we should eat at a non-halal place. And so, WE DID!~! We ate at Indochine (thinking it was cool and stuff, but to our shocking disappointment, we swore never to return to that Forbidden City Indochine..u'll know as u read later on) Initially, it seemed like a really good idea. But the service was so horrible, incorrigible and too absurd for anyone's liking. Firstly, it started off with the bitch who administered to our tables. Boy, she looked at us as if she owned the whole restaurant. She also showed us attitude when Kenneth wanted a change in tables. (oh yeah, we took the seat next to some broken ornaments) Ridiculous! When we got our menus, my menu had some gravy on it. Gross man. My plate had dried rice on the underside. EwwWWw. (Not as if i was so hungry dat a lil extra left-over rice would fill my appettite) i was actually quite shocked by then. The plus point was dat the food we ordered, was quite good (but wait till u see the rip-off-cut-throat-super-duper-shocking-wrecking-wallet-burning price tag that comes with it). I don't really know if the next point was a plus point..but luke found insects in the water (were they meant to add flavour? perhaps they had some traditional herbal value..i really wonder)

To think that kinda of service could be tolerated man. Anyway, Kenneth.. found out later that his fork!...yEs!..HIS FORK!!!! was meant to pick multiple chunks of meat cus the prongs were of different directions. (The dishwashers..i suspect the dishwashers) It was really damn havoc. Well, Malik joined us when we were juz abt to finish the seabass (and not garoupa which we thot we wanted to KILL and eat). We ordered dessert shortly after i got accused of a few things regarding Widya (of which i'm very innocently sure i'm not guilty abt) and also some talk abt wet dreams. During dessert, we talked abt malik's weird fantasies.. really weird..even includes DOTA...as expected though.. Troll Warlord fantasies..(hiak hiak hiak) and some jedi porn too. WE soon moved on to Kenneth's havoc tales of his childhood, as well as malik's. How malik stabbed kids with broken pencils and went BERSERK... how kenneth made people itch.. and how he got his ass caned by the principal. WEll..the laughter ended with "what the f**ks???" when we saw the bill. Geez.

We jetted outta indo chine.. and took some really nice photographs near the (murky and dirty) SIngapore River. Luke has 'em in his cam. Yea baby. Hol..Shit..this is pretty long.. take a break for now....

*this is the time you should drip some of the eye drops into your eyes*

ok.. dat's abt the end of indochine and the madness. We were just upset abt the service. Mad people..arrogant waiters with short memories.. and lousy dining materials.. (my table cloth had a hole in it..LOL!) basically..not to mention.. a garoupa.. who swam a little late.. wahahaHAHAHAhahaha...*end of slam*.. (let's end with a gay smile) .... =)