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Was MIA all day yesterday, no thanks to the headache I "contracted" at work. The infamous headache which, overtime, grew monstrously and ended up turning into a full-blown migraine (according to the doc I visited). -_-

Well, I spent the day in popping pills and bumming while watching grandfather episodes of So You Think You Can Dance. (Ahhh, this is the life.) Allowed my body and mind rot away while I watched couples prance on stage in fancy costumes. Finally dug myself out of bed sometime around 6PM for the pre-planned Flower Power dinner I've been looking forward to since Saturday.

THE DATE: 23 September 2008
THE DAY: Tuesday
THE TIME: Later Than Planned AGAIN ---> My bad AGAIN.
THE SPOT: The Curve, Mutiara Damansara
THE PARTICIPANTS: Pam Song, Ah Beng and Umberraerra
THE PURPOSE: Malacca Picture Exchange 2
THEME OF THE DAY: Flower Power

Had dinner at some semi-Jap restaurant at IKANO and ended up getting dragged to The Apartment, The Curve cos Ah Beng was dying for some fat-pillin' dessert enjoying some together-gether time out at The Apartment, The Curve sempena dessert.

Ah Beng, Pam Song and, uh, photogenic parts of Umberraerra.

There were some new teas on the menu but according to the dude who took our order, they were all unavailable. -_- Malaysian boutique restaurants. *rolls eyes* Go figure. So we ended up ordering the regular boring stuff.

No points for guessing who ordered which tea.


I dip my teabag into the teapot. Ah Beng dips his teabag
into his tea cup. Same concept, different execution.

I think dipping the teabag into the pot makes more sense. My way, every cup of tea I take thereafter is tea from the first brew. The problem with Ah Beng's way is that only his first cup of tea is of first brew standard. His next cup will taste bland in comparison because all tea flavour has already been used in the first cup. No more top notes. Plus, if the hot water isn't hot enough by the time he wants his second cup, that cup sure no taste liao. I make sense, I make sense, I make sense! I know I do! Tell me I make sense! (I blame the migraine for this freakish outburst.)

Anyhew, Umberraerra ordered a banana something-something and Ah Beng ordered a chocolate something-something for dessert. As expected, both took a thousand years to arrive. -_-

So what do you do when you're waiting for food?
Well, boys and girls, you camwhore. That's what.


The ones that didn't quite make it.

The ones that made it but didn't quite cut it.

The one that made it, did it, and rocked big time. *grin*

Thing is, I brought my MacBook along to transfer pictures of our Malacca trip. (Yes, I still owe you lot that post, I know. Don't worry. It's coming SOON.) That's was the main purpose of this dinner, remember? Well, that purpose didn't last long. Brilliant Ah Beng's itchy backside got the better of him and he started to ber-gatal with Photo Booth while Umberraerra and I talked.

PHOTO BOOTH?!?

Haiyo. That's it lah.

When there's Photo Booth, stuff
like this *points below* happens.

This was the aftermath of our 10-minute
Photo Booth camwhoring session. Enjoy.

[Photo Book Effects: Stretch, Bulge, Dent, Twirl and Squeeze]

[Photo Book Effect: Mirror]

[Photo Book Effect: Light Tunnel]

[Photo Book Effect: Pop Art]

[Photo Book Effect: Thermal Camera]

[Photo Booth Effect: Glow]

[Photo Book Effect: Comic Book]

[Photo Book Effect: Coloured Pencil]

[Photo Book Effect: X-Ray]

Boo-yah!

Ah Beng wasn't dressed according to theme
so we bumped him off the group pic.


Umberraerra and I in our themed outfits
right outside Itallianes, The Curve.


We held up traffic in both directions for this pic.
All because Ah Beng had shakey hands. Tsk tsk.

ANYHEW, gooooo... flower power!

*cartwheels all around*

p/s: I'm going to run for Prime Minister so that I can petition for the exile of all with body odor. I'm not racist. I'm odor-ist. So, sue me.