dinner for three
Friday, July 14, 2006
I really don't know WHY it's such a bloody hassle to find parking in One Utama. It can be a weekday, weekend, holiday, hazardous viral outbreak or the apocalypse and I'd still have to find some illegal corner or flat out drive to the rooftop to park my car -_-
Of course, if it's the weekend, you get the additional stress factor of the mad rush to stalk every poor individual/couple/family who've just exited the brightly lit complex into the dusty parking lots riddled with industrialized engine noise (with the occasional impatient beeps) to search for their cars and avoid being the cause of a massive traffic hold up.
And to think my dad was chidding me about going out during week nights. "Who goes out during a work night?"
Apparently everyone else in PJ.
Thirty minutes, five rounds and one desolate parking spot later, I ventured into One Utama to look for Yees, who had already combed the whole of Miss Selfridge.
I had catching up to do!
*insert the same imaginary elevator music guys hear looping through their heads when they have to sit and watch their girlfriends shop*
After sweeping through the multiple UK branded shops that were non-too-sparsely decorated with fluorescent signs to tempt the dying female resolution to not blow another hole in her credit card, Chris (yes, she ran out from work early :p), Yees and I popped by Vietnam Kitchen at One Utama for a late dinner:
Our cozy spot: inside looking out.
Dining amidst ethnic pieces.
Granted I've had Vietnamese food before (pretty frequently too while in Madison I might add), the food seemed *exceptionally* deliciously colorful yesterday night:
Yees and her dry noodles.
Chris and her soupy noodles.
Sean and her uh, spring rolls.
If anyone is wondering, I already had dinner before I decided to dive head first into the whole Miss Selfridge/Topshop/Dorothy Perkins sale. After all, you'd burn off the extra carbs sucking in your gut trying to squeeze into that cute pair of jeans... and hope the seams don't split open when you take a breath ;)
Speaking of dinner, what's dinner without some shocking, scandalous, steamy news?
*gasp* No?!
Curious about what they were talking about? ;)
I really don't know WHY it's such a bloody hassle to find parking in One Utama. It can be a weekday, weekend, holiday, hazardous viral outbreak or the apocalypse and I'd still have to find some illegal corner or flat out drive to the rooftop to park my car -_-
Of course, if it's the weekend, you get the additional stress factor of the mad rush to stalk every poor individual/couple/family who've just exited the brightly lit complex into the dusty parking lots riddled with industrialized engine noise (with the occasional impatient beeps) to search for their cars and avoid being the cause of a massive traffic hold up.
And to think my dad was chidding me about going out during week nights. "Who goes out during a work night?"
Apparently everyone else in PJ.
Thirty minutes, five rounds and one desolate parking spot later, I ventured into One Utama to look for Yees, who had already combed the whole of Miss Selfridge.
I had catching up to do!
*insert the same imaginary elevator music guys hear looping through their heads when they have to sit and watch their girlfriends shop*
After sweeping through the multiple UK branded shops that were non-too-sparsely decorated with fluorescent signs to tempt the dying female resolution to not blow another hole in her credit card, Chris (yes, she ran out from work early :p), Yees and I popped by Vietnam Kitchen at One Utama for a late dinner:
Our cozy spot: inside looking out.
Dining amidst ethnic pieces.
Granted I've had Vietnamese food before (pretty frequently too while in Madison I might add), the food seemed *exceptionally* deliciously colorful yesterday night:
Yees and her dry noodles.
Chris and her soupy noodles.
Sean and her uh, spring rolls.
If anyone is wondering, I already had dinner before I decided to dive head first into the whole Miss Selfridge/Topshop/Dorothy Perkins sale. After all, you'd burn off the extra carbs sucking in your gut trying to squeeze into that cute pair of jeans... and hope the seams don't split open when you take a breath ;)
Speaking of dinner, what's dinner without some shocking, scandalous, steamy news?
*gasp* No?!
Curious about what they were talking about? ;)
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Midvalley MegaMall parking. 12.00 - 1.15pm in carpark basement.
Beat that shit.