Monday, December 26, 2005

lesson #275: duck! and sing carols while you're at it

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Xmas dinner with the girls. Supposed to go to Anna's place but due to unforeseen circumstances we couldn't. Babe, I feel soooo bad for you and your mum!


This is Acid Bar.


Anna and the Xmas tree.

The interior was nice! But sad to say the staff were rather rude. They made our dinner feel so choked as they constantly pop by and ask us plenty of nonsensical questions. For example, they made it so hard for us when we wanted to get seats. Is it really necessary to discuss in full length as to which seats we should be allocated to, since we were the ONLY patrons then?

Secondly, the waitress promptly came to ask what drinks we were ordering before we even could settle down. And then different waitresses popped by to ask again, several times. Hell, give us time to make up our minds can? Are you really afraid that we won't order anything? I think we were dressed up enough, thank you!

Then we wanted to order a jug of margarita, but after consulting with the managress AGAIN, the waitress came back to say we must order two jugs at once as one jug only fills four glasses, while they need all six of us to make our first drink orders promptly. What. The. Hell? She then wandered over again to ask us to produce our ICs, as we looked too young. The cutoff age is 18, and fuck me if I look that young! Then when Anna requested for the second jug to be served later, the waitress had the cheek to acclaim, "Alamak!" Eh, no need to be so rude. Why can't you just apologise and say that the margarita's already made? We are bloody paying customers, and if you don't appreciate us just fuck off.

The food arrived and all was good. We girls started chatting and being all gossipy but then these two girls who had settled down at the table behind us started staring at us repeatedly. Like, hello? What is your problem? And they were pretty blatant because Fen and Syd noticed them staring too. Guess they were just envious that we were having a much better time than they were. Or maybe they've never seen such a group of hot girls before. HA.

Anyway since they served us the two jugs fast, we had to drink 'em fast before the blended ice started melting. So we finished the drinks pretty quickly. After two hours filled with much laughter and thoughtful discussions eg. on boys' kissing techniques, we were visited by the friendly staff again who kindly asked us if there were any more drink orders. We said no and went on chatting.

A few moments later another waitress glided over and asked the same thing. We repeated our answer.

Finally ANOTHER ONE came and said we need to give them more drink orders, or they'll be forced to let the table out. What-the-fuck. We were only there for two hours, and we spent a hell of a lot of money, and this is how they're treating us? Luckily we refused to budge so the poor waitress told us she will consult with her NICE managress. Then another waitress, the Alamak waitress, came over and tried to explain to us.

Anna: But I don't understand why you all insist that we must order more drinks. We already ordered a lot of drinks and we ordered food!

Alamak waitress: Yes. But you see ah miss, today is a public holiday, so... *long pause* And we need to like... *long pause* Ya... so it's like that one you see.

Me: Ha?

Sorry but I totally and honestly don't understand what the fuck she was trying to say.

Oh well then the lackeys gave up and the managress came and the funniest thing was she said, "My staff told me you wanted to see me?" Huh? Err no, we don't think so. I think it's YOU who want to see US because you want to tell us to leave. Anyway, Anna gave her a good scolding. So all is good. The reason that she gave us for requiring us to order/leave is because we don't have any drinks on our table. And that Acid's potential customers will ask why they can't go in and occupy our table since we were just idling anyway. But there was NO potential customer waiting outside. And we DID have a drink on our table, which was Fen's glass which hadn't yet been cleared.

Ah, whatever. If they think this incident spoiled our night, then they are fucking dumbasses. Because it acted like fuel to our bitching, so thank you very much, Acid Bar for your foolish treatment of potential regular customers. Speaking of which, customers are ALWAYS right. And we weren't even being difficult. We didn't change our orders or ask for our food to be re-cooked or anything. So peeps, don't bother going to Acid unless you want to witness retardation first-hand.

On with the photos!


Syd made us truffles. Disclaimer: Sydney is an exceptional case hence do not expect your girlfriends to be as talented in baking as she is.


Me with the Queen of Queens.


With Fen!


My bigass (chicken) breast. The fries were crisp and nice.


Syd's open beef burger was yummy.


Kun's pizza and Fen's green curry (which was awesome).


Taken earlier on, as me and Syd were waiting for the rest to come. Looking lovely with the new fringe which she herself beautified.


End of the night for Syd. But the five of us went on to No 5 to entertain Fen's friend Tracy's friends. I don't know if it's just me or what, but it kinda feels like we were geisha trying to entertain peeps we don't even know, driven by the guilt that drinks were paid by them (tho we only ordered sparkling water which did NOT sparkle). Think I've been reading too much Memoirs of a Geisha. Almost finished my third reading - any good books to recommend?

Spent Xmas Eve with Gary at the beach. After church ended for me at around 10.15 pm, I rushed home to change into shorts and met him (he'd waited for me since 10!) and then we drove to Sentosa. Brought along a bottle of Sheridan's. We settled down on a wooden bench and drank to Christmas.


He said he wore the polo tee because it was what he'd worn on our first date.


Whatalousydrinker.


Have I mentioned? Gone for an express pedi with Jing. I love her deep red colour, but mine's pretty funky too, methinks.


During MJ at Mike's. That dark-skinned creature next to me is him, by the way. Not Gollum. HAHA. He was so tired after being outfield that he fell asleep and we had to wait for Sleeping Beauty to wake up before starting the game.


I LOVE this picture. The colours turned out so nice, superior to my Casio. Meh... I'm gonna be a traitor and convert into Canon-worshipping as soon as I can.

Uncle G bought me something back from HK. Well he better did after spending so much down there.


Meet my rotund Donald Duck. I call him Ducky for short.


Check out his fly tattoo, yo. Ducky says, "Yo man it cost my man Gary $900 to get me this freakin' tattoo man at that tattoo place called This Knee LAN man but it is DA BOMB. You gots to love him man."


Ducky is an intellectual fellow. Ducky says, "Dem geisha are tiiiight."


Ducky likes to sleep. Ducky says, "Yo man turn out the lights and let me sleep man."


He prefers the sideways position. Ducky says, "Zzz."


Here, Ducky is contently reading the poem which came together with him in a DIY box. Ducky says, "Whatever man I can't read this shit."


Sometimes, Ducky longs to escape the drudgery of living in a bed and wistfully hope for freedom. Ducky says, "Love, peace, and freedom man. You gots to live by those. And some weed ya."


And then Ducky lost his balance. And then he fell. He fell long and he fell hard towards the bottomless pit that is my floorboard. Ducky says, "Trippin'."