I was standing in the office garden with SarChan and Callen.
Sometimes SarChan refers to Callen as VJ Callen.
Sometimes she calls him Uncle Callen, cos he’s in his late 30s and has been in the KL clubbing scene for yonks.
While casual yakking, the conversation topic hovered on things we collect.
SarChan said she keeps her media passes.
I said i do too.
Then i said i still keep my passes from, “Chicane and Faithless gigs…”
Callen: That’s quite long ago. You also old-timer, actually.
My jaw dropped.
“I can’t believe an old timer just called me an old timer!” i mumbled defensively.
Published on September 5, 2008
in Food.
AUGH i’m so annoyed!
Clouds helped me tapau fatty char siew rice from Ampang to eat for lunch, i didn’t feel like eating the whole thing so i wrapped and kept it on the office kitchen counter to save for later.
So i tahaned and tahaned cos after that i didn’t have time to eat it.
When my stomach was growling till i could hear it through my headphones, i started imagining the taste and texture of char siew in my mouth.
*insert Homer Simpson kinda ‘MMMMM’*
Char siew…. mmmm
Char siew… MmmMmmm
You get what i mean.
Walked to the kitchen and… nothing there.
No. Please don’t tell me someone took it.
But why would anyone take half-eaten char siew?
Takkan!
Walked to the dustbin.
Looked in.
There it is.
My beautiful char siew rice i was saving…
In the damn dustbin.
Damn upset okay.
Can almost cry i swear cos so tired and hungry and someone threw my char siew away.
