Ok, anyway... we arrived there safe and sound, happy and cotton-mouthed (me). We decided that it would be way too uncomfortable if we were gonna go hardcore survivor and crash on a park bench, so Terence went and checked us into a hotel room. We decided to go roam around a little and just soak in that lovely cold air before heading back to the room and eating some of our supplies. Wandering about, we chanced apon some old abandoned red phone booths. So we did the only natural thing that comes to mind when you see red phone booths. SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU CAN SQUEEZE INTO THEM!! So we wandered around until we found the mamak and took this poser pic outside it.


---PIT STOP REACHED---


Ok, after our little R&R, we headed back to the First World Hotel, going through First World Plaza, where we saw the cineplex, and decided to go check it out. Tickets were only 7 bucks on weekdays so we thought, oh hell, might as well watch a movie while we were here. So we got tickets for Pirates Of The Carribean at 8.30pm, even though 2 of us had already seen it.

We had about 3-4 hours before the movie, so we headed back to the room and started on our supplies. The can opener was indeed a godsend, as it helped open a can of delicious beef curry. However, our satisfaction was not to be guaranteed as yet, for it was only then that we realised... we had also forgotten to bring any utentils of any kind. So we couldn't dish out the beef onto our bread.

Naturally, we panicked like a bunch of motherless nerds. What could we do? The can was open! The beef was there! But there was no way of getting it onto our bread without causing a spill! The answer, sitting right in front of us, hit us like a ton of bricks. THE MIGHTY CAN OPENER!! It had served its use well... why not see if it could serve other uses! And true enough, it was perfect for dishing out beef curry.

The rest of our meal was eaten this way, with the can opener serving its dual-purpose. And with Tin Kit insisting on eating his meal in a shower cap. After that cool meal, we got a little bored and started playing blackjack. It was during this game, that my friend made a highly interesting quote.

"Being dealer's quite cool. If you win, you win really big. If you lose, ham ka chan."

After this meal, I was actually feeling really sick. I'm not sure why, but my stomach was doing turns, I was feeling feverish, and I had this growing headache. So I slept. And slept. Until about 7.45pm, when I had to wake up to go watch the movie with the guys. Walking there, I decided I really couldn't take it and I was getting really light-headed, so I stopped at BarStucks and got myself a nice hot chocolate. After having a hot drink in cold air, I started feeling better, so we got into the cinema.

Oh, and before I forget, all through this entire trip, we had been making really really bad jokes about soap. It all started when one of us made a reference to 'don't drop the soap in prison' some time ago, and now, it came back in full force. If it wasn't dropping the soap this, it was dropping the soap that, or sabun jatuh.

OK, moving on... we watched PoTC. Wicked... again. And to tell you the truth, I can't exactly remember what we did after that. I think we made our way to the mamak again or something. I DO remember going back to hotel room to pick up the guitars, and me knocking on the first room door when we got outta the lift. This caused the rest of the guys to run helter-skelter down the corridor, so I ran along with them, knocking on as many doors as I could on the way to our room. This didn't prove to be such a good idea, cuz by the time we got back into our room, everyone was panting and laughing and shit, and apparently too exhausted to go back out again XD XD.

So we lepaked. And watched some TV. And ate some food. And played some music. And imitated Aaron Lewis. And then we slept.


---PIT STOP 2 REACHED---


Sleeping with these 3 buffaloes in a joined double bed is not the greatest thing in the world, let me tell you. Tin Kit snores like something crawled up his nose, died, and then expanded to twice its body size. Terence's mass slowly shifts across the bed, slowly but surely, like some large, fleshy glacier, engulfing all in its way. I happened to be in its way. He claims he was provoked. Apparently he was trying to shimmy away from something poking/vibrating against his rear, which was where Nadzrun was sleeping. Me, I was wrapped up tightly in my blanket poised on the edge of the bed, ready to roll off at the nearest tremble from Terence.

Woke up, and needed breakfast. Terence and I made ourselves the remaining cup noodles, and later, headed back to the mamak for a proper breakfast. After that, we headed back home.

And thus ends our epic adventure. Now stop wasting your time here and go do something with your life. |m/.

Well, with nothing being done, prepare yourself for the lamest/most boring events I can come up with, which yet still give me JUST enough reason to post it up here. Well, to start off this new chain of un-events, I have here below, a magnificent specimen of boredom manifested on a receipt as a result of coffee. To cut a short story even shorter, me and a couple of friends were at Coffee Bean (which will be referred to hereafter as Boffee Cean for purposes of clarity), and we decided it would be a nice little tribute to list down all the bands, good vocal groups, and good solo artists we could think of or remember at the time, and micro-scribe them on the back of a boffee-stained Boffee Cean receipt, with a pen on the last legs of its life.