On Friday, I picked Jim up from Sentral after work and we went to Changkat Tong Shin for laksa.
After dinner we went on to Havana on Changkat Bukit Bintang and met up with a bunch of friends and had copious amounts of alcohol.
On Saturday morning I woke up practically paralysed from the hangover. But eventually we made it to Bangsar to meet up with friends for lunch. After struggling through lunch we made it back to KLCC and decided the cinema was the best hangover cure. We watched Tresspass (6/10).
We recovered from or hangovers so we then went to the Skybar for more drinks. I think we did fairly well, drinking at least three drinks each before admitting defeat. I even had to tapau one of our Tiger beers.
Went home and Jim watched Hachi while I fell asleep on the couch.
Next morning was less painful. We went to Central Market for some window shopping. We had a good four hours before the Rugby World Cup Finals by the time we were done with the Central Market but decided to leave early and go wandering around Mid Valley Megamall before heading to Finnegans.
KTM sorted out our extra time with bad signage, delayed and cancelled trains. We waited and waited, and got on the wrong train, got off and waited on the opposite side of the platform to go back one station. Waited, waited and waited. Finally got a dark, dreary and crowded Sentral, full of people who obviously had been waiting for ages.
2 hours of our lives gone forever in the time-black hole that KTM is. Luckily, I had good company. Otherwise there would have been my blood everywhere from a burst vein. I could never see why Londoners thought the Tube was so horrible. No wonder. I've experienced KTM, that's why.
Anyway, we squeezed a movie in before the rugby and saw Killer Elite. A 5.5 out of 10 from me; it just underlined the need to stick to my vow to never again watch another Jason Statham movie. DeNiro, you betrayed me.
Then Rugby. I was expecting a bit more of a slaughtering from the All Blacks rather than a 1-point win! But the All Blacks did win, and that's all that matters. (Not that I am a huge fan of rugby, but while I'm interested, I picked the All Blacks.)
We got some dinner at the food court. Still hungry for a good movie and attracted to the idea of a chilled couple of hours in front of the TV, we head to Speedy to buy a DVD.
At Speedy, we hovered through the aisles not finding anything interesting. We should've gotten something from the pirated DVD peddler, I thought. He would've had a more interesting collection at premium prices. Finally, inspired by the trailer we saw earlier in the cinema, we pick up Mission Impossible 1, 2 and 3.
We get home to find M's dad watching football on the TV, so we sit down and join him in watching Manchester United getting their bottoms spanked by Manchester City. I am not a fan of either clubs, but Ah Beng (not his real name) was an ex-college mate who made such an annoying, cocky fan of Man U that it made me inexplicably, sincerely dislike the Red Devils. To this day. So 6-1 was extra funny-haha.
And now it's Monday. Which means Jim flies off and I'm back at work. Yuck.
After dinner we went on to Havana on Changkat Bukit Bintang and met up with a bunch of friends and had copious amounts of alcohol.
On Saturday morning I woke up practically paralysed from the hangover. But eventually we made it to Bangsar to meet up with friends for lunch. After struggling through lunch we made it back to KLCC and decided the cinema was the best hangover cure. We watched Tresspass (6/10).
We recovered from or hangovers so we then went to the Skybar for more drinks. I think we did fairly well, drinking at least three drinks each before admitting defeat. I even had to tapau one of our Tiger beers.
Went home and Jim watched Hachi while I fell asleep on the couch.
Next morning was less painful. We went to Central Market for some window shopping. We had a good four hours before the Rugby World Cup Finals by the time we were done with the Central Market but decided to leave early and go wandering around Mid Valley Megamall before heading to Finnegans.
KTM sorted out our extra time with bad signage, delayed and cancelled trains. We waited and waited, and got on the wrong train, got off and waited on the opposite side of the platform to go back one station. Waited, waited and waited. Finally got a dark, dreary and crowded Sentral, full of people who obviously had been waiting for ages.
2 hours of our lives gone forever in the time-black hole that KTM is. Luckily, I had good company. Otherwise there would have been my blood everywhere from a burst vein. I could never see why Londoners thought the Tube was so horrible. No wonder. I've experienced KTM, that's why.
Anyway, we squeezed a movie in before the rugby and saw Killer Elite. A 5.5 out of 10 from me; it just underlined the need to stick to my vow to never again watch another Jason Statham movie. DeNiro, you betrayed me.
Then Rugby. I was expecting a bit more of a slaughtering from the All Blacks rather than a 1-point win! But the All Blacks did win, and that's all that matters. (Not that I am a huge fan of rugby, but while I'm interested, I picked the All Blacks.)
We got some dinner at the food court. Still hungry for a good movie and attracted to the idea of a chilled couple of hours in front of the TV, we head to Speedy to buy a DVD.
At Speedy, we hovered through the aisles not finding anything interesting. We should've gotten something from the pirated DVD peddler, I thought. He would've had a more interesting collection at premium prices. Finally, inspired by the trailer we saw earlier in the cinema, we pick up Mission Impossible 1, 2 and 3.
We get home to find M's dad watching football on the TV, so we sit down and join him in watching Manchester United getting their bottoms spanked by Manchester City. I am not a fan of either clubs, but Ah Beng (not his real name) was an ex-college mate who made such an annoying, cocky fan of Man U that it made me inexplicably, sincerely dislike the Red Devils. To this day. So 6-1 was extra funny-haha.
And now it's Monday. Which means Jim flies off and I'm back at work. Yuck.
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