Everyone, I present: My new BLOUSE

kl g2k

Clerk: 1 trousers, 2 blouses?
Me: Shirts man, I don’t buy blouses for myself.

I guess you just had to be there. It was so funny, the confounded look on his face. This is G2000 men (note my emphasis). He didn’t quite get me and went on about blouses again.

I cracked up and couldn’t help but laugh when he used the word again to the guy behind me, who narrowed his eyes at the clerk.

Terminology FAIL. :)

I ended up getting two shirts and a pair of pants so I guess they had the last laugh since I spent RM 400+ on office attire at their outlet last night.

I also dropped by Cititel where my parents are staying and caught up with them over drinks. I like talking to my dad, he always has an inspirational quote on hand (invariably Christian, but an inspiring quote is still an inspiring quote). His quote for last night was: 

kl mom dad

Not coz we’re worthy, not coz we’ve done good deeds but coz JC has paid for our sins.

I needed that inspiring quote coz my credit card bounced when I paid for the drinks. Fuck la, I just paid about 4k last week. I think it’s the notebook (not the paper kind) and the G2k stuff I got last night. I shudder to look at my credit card statement.

Someone get me a chair before I do that. I need to be sitting down.

Unfortunate taglines

eggs you'll take to heart

Eggs you’ll take to heart.

This is not exactly the best selling point since we all know eggs are laden with cholesterol and it’s definitely going to clog up my arteries at some point in life. Yes, it will go straight to my heart and make me do an MJ but don’t remind me when I’m enjoying the fluffy egg whites and rich egg yolks.

I don’t want to take it to heart. T_T

A shop which full of culture should be visited by the high class people

jogoya

I headed to Jogoya (which translates to the title of this post – I kid you not) at Starhill for a buffet lunch just now. We had this 50% off coupon which allows us to eat at half price, not too bad considering Jogoya charges RM 78++ for their buffet lunch.

jogoya sashimi

I ate a lot of sashimi - I’m a big fan of anything raw, and Jogoya does not disappoint in their offerings. Other noteworthy dishes are the century egg with salted egg and their “sauna egg” which is a bit of a contradiction to the naming – it’s a cold poached egg.

jogoya drinks

Jogoya also has a decent portfolio of alcoholic beverages – there’s white/red wine, gimlet, “AK-47″ (no relation to the shooter), and other cocktails of their own device, some of which were quite tragic and some rather good. Don’t expect vintage years though, it’s a buffet, be happy with the table wine. ;)

jogoya queue

I was there primarily to eat as much raw oysters as I could. The oysters disappeared from the bed of shaved ice as soon as it was arranged there so the person preparing the oysters decided to serve it on a person-to-person basis, thus the long queue for the oysters.

jogoya oysters

I think I ate about 8 or so oysters. They weren’t as huge as I’ll expect (definitely no palm-sized oysters to be found) but it was surprisingly fresh and I slurped the poor mollusc straight of the shell without any Tabasco sauce or lime.

jogoya oysters eat

Mmm…

jogoya desserts

Other things you shouldn’t miss are the Haagen-Dazs ice cream, desserts, and mini sweet fragrant Thai coconut.

jogoya cockroach

We had the most unfortunate experience of encountering a nymph of the Blattaria order of insects while eating. It must have been attracted by the vanilla scented Haagen-Dazs ice cream on the spoon.
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jogoya meaning

Well, like I said earlier, Jogoya means “A shop which full of culture should be visited by the high class people“. ;) I don’t consider myself “high class people” but it sure expanded by waistline by approximately 5 inches during the 2 hours we were there. Thus, if having a potbelly is a sign of prosperity…well, I guess…

jogoya waistline

Another interesting (but unverified) anecdote, there was a sign by the oysters which states that consuming milk (and dairy products) with raw oysters may cause food poisoning. I have yet to Google this, can anyone corroborate this statement?

Drug addicts are not welcomed

drug addicts

*high and mighty tone*
Hmph…then I’ll take my business elsewhere! ;)

HDS:

2002: University life in Australia.
2003: Working life in KL.
2004: Cigar review in Kuching
2005: Blogger’s block. It was an omen for things to come…I couldn’t find anything to enthuse over and it culminated in perhaps the best post of sixthseal.com (in terms of mainstream controversial content) on the very same day a year later. :)
2006: Psychotic break but not documented until two days later. ;)

lame suicide attempt

Hmm…it seems like I have some form of Seasonal Affective Disorder hitting me around this time of the year. My posts during this time has been, for the most part, uninspiring and almost mechanical but if the annual trend analysis produces consistent results, then this is where Exciting Things (TM) start to happen to me as well, and the writing will pick up pretty soon. =D

HDS (The Undocumented and Personal Version):

2002: I had no direction, and was in a long distance relationship I wasn’t really happy with.
2003: I had no direction and was in a dead end job paying me peanuts and trying to support an increasingly expensive methamphetamine problem. I was tweaked out of my mind most of the time and on benzodiazepines the rest of the time.
2004: I liked working in Kuching and the pay is much better but I’m still supporting a destructive pattern of methamphetamine use.
2005: I was probably coming down from a 3 day meth run. It’s increasingly affecting my life and has evolved into a schedule where I don’t sleep or eat for three (3) days in a row and then crash and sleep on the third night for 12 hours before wash, rinse, repeat. This pattern can be seen from my posting frequency and style but I hid it pretty well with scheduled posts (this was back before CMS had scheduled posts) during particularly inspiring periods while tweaking.
2006: The first real love of my life (not drugs, a girl) dumped me. I thought she was perfect, she’s a pharmacist (what more could a drug user want? ;)) at a renowned private medical center but she turned out to be carrying a Shitload (TM) of emotional baggage that she hid really well. She was 29 and I was 25 and I just worshiped her. Unfortunately, she has self-esteem issues (despite being really beautiful) and other miscellaneous Problem Accounts Brought Forward (TM). I had switched to using opiates and had problem with heroin and other opiates like DF-118 (dihydrocodeine) and methadone. I had a bit of a psychotic break with all the stuff I was using and tried to kill myself. Drama. Pffttt…
2007: I was in a drug rehabilitation facility missing The Great Outdoors (TM) and telling myself (for the umpteenth time) that anything would be better than this. I counted the months and days till I could get out and promised myself not to use again.
2008: I kept my promise and haven’t used drugs but am involved in a devastating pattern of unhealthy relationships with unavailable girls/women. Sigh…my so called life. Oh well. :)

Why is August so depressing? Is history doomed to repeat itself? Why am I doing this to myself?

My apologies for sicking this Pity Party (TM) on you. Misery loves company. ;)

The next post will be more uplifting, I promise. :)

Sweat and spicy sauce

sweat

Chef’s special – Crispy Breaded Prawns served with sweat and spicy sauce. I presume the chef would have to have a rather severe case of hyperhidrosis in order to produce the special sauce in any considerable quantity.

Sweat, blood and tears went into the preparation of this dish.

Needless to say, I did not ask for seconds.

Watch your steeps

watch your steeps

Watch your step. Steep incline ahead. A new signboard maker takes the innovative steep, er…I mean step, of combining two “Caution” messages into one. It is widely misinterpreted as bad English.

Watch your steeps.

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