Charle's Day Out

Wednesday was a very funny day.

Two aims were fulfilled on that day.

1) the answering of the question; Where is Jamie ah?

2) the entertainment of Charles Ng Chiun Min, depressed from inactivity and dormancy.

We went to Midvalley: Allyssa, Charles, I and Jamie

we saw 17 again and then went to Starbucks to chat, do you-know-who impersonations, and talk about the years to come, and to further fulfil the clauses of the Jamie-Lohsoh Agreement. No, the clause on throwing chemical models at old ladies was yet to be ratified in action, but i dare say we came close

It was a strange day. From the start of Ally and I coming up to Midvalley,

I recorded 9 times the enchanted question,

Eh, where is Jamie ah?

We even called her on phone finally and asked

Where are you ah?

Even up to where she was in sight, Ally asked once more

Where is Jamie ah?

And once or twice a message came from Charles that asked

Where is Jamie ah?


Clearly the question was answered She was right with us all along.

Mirrors the "you have to get lost to find yourself' tagline.

When after what 2 hours hogging the chairs of Starbucks Gardens, and spending 1 hour buying a book for the sake of buying one,

I bought Hanif kureishi's Buddha of Suburbia by the way, (amid stares of the three "oh yea the buddhist fanaticism thing :P)

But it's a book of literature a British book ( I like only British fiction, but both British and American non-fiction, the latter as a lighter more fun reading material, the former as more of an itellectual challenge- very complex reading habit)

It's a book that examines escapism from dysfunctionality ( that Mark haddon also pokes around with)

It uses such nice vocabulary as f*ck, prick and cum


enough said.

But after Jamie left and thus left us asking

Where is Jamie ahhh? again

Charles took over.


He led us on an eating spree first, practically shortgunning orders
in a Sushi restaurant at Gardens.

A sushi restaurant that charges Rm 12.90 for a slab of fish that can fit in your palm... :p


Then he transported us to an ice cream joint (cant remember the name)

Tried ALL the flavours

made the people working quite nervous that the used testing spoons bucket was filling up fast.

Thank God (PM 4's version or any other version in fact) he bought something.

To mask the embarassment, I and Ally bought also.

Entertaining Charles proved to be a very demanding task.

he then walked into the wine store which purpotedly gives free samples.

Fact: They did not.

Charles actually asked the person to give a tour around the shop: which was no bigger than any chicken rice shop you can find. He was waiting for the owner to offer him some good stuff.

Allyssa and I started laughing

which more or less eliminated all chance of us getting free booze.

The alcoholic he is, Charles, disappointed and wounded dragged us into Isetan Gardens,

where we had to sit on stools as tall as a 1 year old baby and play LEGO

For roughly one hour in which we built purposeless structures while Charles built a tower.

With a window to add to its tower-y glory.

A child was invited to play with his father

to which the child said.

Don't want.

Ok...

when it was time to go home, Charles almost relented saying "Wanna go for a drink?"

Seeing as Alyssa's stomach had reahed critical bursting pressure. Critical in bolded font.

WE pulled him to my car.

And my car was in deep shit.

The sewage tank just next to my car overflowed and there was the overwhelming smell of oh... how do you describe it?

HUMAN SHIT




So My poor Vasa Acini's tyre's and my feet and flip flops got bathed in liquid gold.


such Fun...