rojak...

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

mood: relaxed
listening to: something to talk about - badly drawn boy

last saturday's dinner: bulldog

verdict: must go again!!

the portions more than compensate for the above average prices, and the taste... wow. my steak was one of the best i've had in a lonnngg lonnngg time, and well, you definitely won't go wrong with the bangers and mash ;) service fell short of expectations though... lenny only got his roast beef, although very yummy, only after everyone else had finished their mains. tut*tut* but in all fairness (well, somewhat anyway...), you're pre-warned on the first page of the menu that you'll have to wait for your food because everything is only prepared upon order.

go with the black pepper sauce, trust me. the aftermath, thanks to lenny lenny's roast beef & yorkdhire pudding

we had a pretty good night given that we had the top floor to ourselves, plus two pool tables, a dart board and our very own bar =)

dinner was followed by drinks at cynna. to say it was "eventful" would be the understatement of the year. for further details, well... that depends. =)

closed off the night with a much needed mamak session in ss2. hor-chien besar and chau sotong is the way to go (!).

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participated in the firm-wide community day on monday. me gots to paints the walls of a home for underpriviledged children. check out the artist in yours truly...

will i ever be famous in this lifetime?? check out the level of concentration... i don't care what it looks like in the photo, it was blazing hot!

we didn't get to interact much with the kids, which was a real pity... where's the meaning in that? =/ i definitely learnt more from a previous visit to an orphanage some time back...

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i had never seriously thought about the knowledge of one's self, simply gained from the knowledge of one's parents, till today. so when i looked at the faces of steven, philip, david, prema, meilin, annie, danny, tommy, jane, john, kevin, ashwini and the others today, i felt a sense of loss. nothing in their words, eyes or actions told me that they felt the same way.

it is only because i have what they do not, that i am able to feel this lack of identity. i have always known the traits in myself which i have taken after both my mum and dad. but i had never realised how much of me is derived just from knowing who they are.

o4:05, August 15, 2005

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