hangin' with da glamour puss

a certain somebody who i will not name *koff* had me up to nonsense today. first we poser maximum at some high-class arabian restaurant to completely waste a two-person buffet (read: nibble on). verdict: very so-so. oh wait, the desserts were puke-textured puke-tasting puke-worthy bowls of... puke? (the "decent" ones were um, non-arabian chinesenewyeartype cookies cream caramel local fruit. which, not being arabian, makes its decency definitely in need of inverted commas). make that under so-so. that's not to say we didn't have fun (read: chatting in all our usual blonde glory; exchanging notes on unmentionables; temporarily stealing a lil 4 year old arabian girl from the next table and fatally corrupting her already vain self* into ultimate irreversible vanity).


and then, because that was simply not enough, this certain unnamed person led me like a trusting lamb into can-you-guess-where for two bloody bucks a pop. which in turn, led us to staying in this have-you-guessed-where-yet far longer than necessary, like this guess!-guess!-guess!-dammit even qualifies as a hangout. on second thought, seeing as that i was plied no end on how datins celebrities the famous and such only frequent this one particular joint, perhaps it is the-place-to-be-by-name-dropping-reputation.

one hint: all other such joints are free and decent no less. and decent is a fair hint, if you have any knowledge of malaysian norm (i'd say culture, but really) at all.

still without a doubt, had a ball, crime-partner!

*she was totally dolled up, got mummy to let go her hair so she could show us, had her weeny fingernails professionally manicured, need i say more?