OF BHATURRA & THOSAI...


the destination: tekka. not to hunt for eligible shah rukh khan though. *i wish* but wif a more serious mission at hand. hehe. she was left alone (if u consider going out wif 3 other gerlz alone!) to wander the streets of tekka as he has a takraw match. tekka saya mariiiiii!


as the gerlz were delayed, i went strolling @ tekka mall. cuak jugak ko, jln sorang2 kat sana but i maintained my cool by not having any eye contact watsoever wif anyone. and it werked! the only time 2 banglas paid any attn to me was during the ride down the escalator. phew!


upon the gerlz's arrival, we proceeded to our destination. fuyooo, we were all spoilt for choice! oops, i wouldn't say much now or else rahsia bocor ah *zipped* made our rounds at the nearby shops and more cc look2 was involved. but our surveying was cut short coz all of us complained of growling stomachs. hehe. so to kill time while waiting for chipz & hirman, we had a lite munch @ BK. we were dat hungry!


okies, if u're @ tekka where's the most 'happening' place to sapedek? come on, make a guess. did u say komala's? clever girl. hehe. ya lor, we sapedek @ komala's but chipz & me very the jakun coz we're self-claimed carnivores (and i'm no fan of indian food). helep! helep! we were like "semua sayur kat sini?!" initially, i wanted to eat prata telur but terpaksa cancel coz they dun sell telur! aiseyman. so i had to rely on the pictures displayed in the restaurant plus wise recommendations from my fwens. and so, mr bhaturra and i first set eyes on each other on dat fateful day. hello, me going to ngap u soon! i was jakunist to the extreme as i had no idea how to sapedek dat bhaturra. it was sooo gelembung! hehe.

mr bhaturra & the jakunist..!


after dinner, i decided to proceed home as i was quite terrified of the nite bus crowd. tankayu for the wonderful fwens who teman me to the bus stop! hehe, it was soooo appreciated. i very takut u noe! i was just berangan-ing to take a nap during the journey when i heard shouting. so shocked! apparently, dis bangla A was toking way too loud on his mobile for bangla B's liking. luckily, the unhappiness ended wif the shouting onli. or else, me confirm siang2 picit bell.


i'm never a bus person, so while i was nursing my headache and controlling not to puke, i saw her. luckily i was sitting down & not standing beside her or i'll look like a lost dwarf ;p sori hor neber tegur, me wanna puke real bad!


but in the end, i still 'donated' my bhaturra to mr toilet bowl. ooh well, there goes my dinner. but i sure felt tonnes better after puking. i tink the bhaturra's oilyness + the bus ride + noticing how the indians eat their food really got to me. no offence hor, but it's just me. i cannot see anything disgusting confirm i'll uwekkk...


conclusion: no komala's for me. manekam.