back to basics.
(Sunday, December 04, 2005)under pressured circumstances, kum lai and zoe recommended that we should go and have our dinner in a mighty fine restaurant, THE SHIP (i threaten to make them girls parade around town more in their tiny little feet and they were more hungry than prinsoners hungry for chicks. believe me, do not try to fuck with desperate hungry chicks, it's more dangerous than fucking with iraqi terrorists). oh yeah, the ship was the shit. 10 years ago. okay, okay...maybe 15, god knows. mostly everyone have had those days where they managed to seize a substantial amount of A's in the previous notable exams. awwww, don't give me that little shit look, if you didn't rake any A's, don't be sorry cause you're a stupid fuck, mommy and daddy still love you atrociously so they'll drag your sorry ass along anyway. that was an accurate presumption for someone's that walked the earth on the same century i did. going to THE SHIP was cool.
fast forward to the 21st century, THE SHIP still stands strong, hustle through the era while most of their competitors are significant dish washer for the food and beverages industry. alright, whatever, we went into THE SHIP, it was dark and dodgy. there lives the aura where most nightclubs with elderly horny man gets hooked up with hideous GRO own. ain't that some cool shit!!!
dayyyyyymn, muthafucka! it wasn't like that at that time*. breath-o! concentrate-o!!! dayyyyymn!
i disengage the rotten aura trauma and we went ahead by ordering 2 main courses instead of 3 cause the girls wanted to share. we had only poultry cause i was downright penniless and kum lai digs only chicken. women. tsk. 1 maryland chicken and 1 russian chicken, or more commonly phrased as le chicky-on with bodka (russians make it sound like bodka, hahaha). figured that it can't get THAT bad with alcohol since the only wrong that alcohol can do to me are hangovers and jumping across the table for the contact of the most fucking ugly girl in the group.
funny thing is, they only gave us 2 pieces of bread and butter. BECAUSE WE'RE ONLY HAVE 2 MAIN COURSES. the other moron that didn't order must go and thrust herself on the backside with the bread if she wants one. mutual silence fill the air cause we ain't want to bread and butter up no cinderalla's ass. shut the fuck up, eat and fuck off, shut the fuck up eat and fuck off, shut the fucking hell up and eat and fuck off...
the food emerge from the thick dark miasma. basically out of nowhere. so much for the ancitipation of looking at the arrival. not that i care, really. the russian chicken was grilled chicken steak topped with cream sauce and mixed vegetable. no fair sign of alcohol exist. i gave it a fuck all and dug into the thick albino cream, maimed, slain, whatever the chicken and shove a piece into my mouth.
jesus! can you believe it, i actually said jesus?
man, it was like having fried chicken dipped into a mug a vodka. with some green peas. superb eh! now, deform the fact it's absolute vodka or any other premier vodka. switch it into any 20 bucks made in tanjung malim vodka. yes, i did not know we have russians in tanjung malim too. it taste foul dammit. technically worse than curry made by japanese. what the fuck.
however, zoe and kum lai thinks that the marypoppins chicken in edible. they've got fried banana you know...
then on the way back to my car, some man mistaken kum lai for her wife on a traffic light and profusely molested her arm for a good few seconds. hahaha.
some day we had there.
*it was brighter, i think. how the fuck is anyone gonna find their food if it parachutes under the table?
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Photos from the previous week.
