Lunch with the masses

Lunch is always an issue for me.
I can always spend it at the office cafeteria... but seriously, the food sucks so why torture the lovable self?

Sometimes, the food sucks so back that I have this urge to just grab the cafeteria operator by the neck, wring it and shout into his ears just to show my spite but being the rational being that I am, I know it won't amount to much.

Not yet anyway.

So uhh... where was I?

Ah yes. Lunch.

Lunch is a symbol of status and power.

Having lunch alone is totally uncool (Boss, you really should listen to me on this one).

But, as powerful as the proverbial lunch is, another issue rears it ugly head everyday as the sun stands in that very spot that contributes to restless tummies.


Price.


If you hear the sound of yelping in pain, it's just economics biting me in the ass for not paying attention in class all those years. Opportunity cost was it? Uhmmm right, something.

Forgoing lunch at the cafeteria (horrible but relatively cheap food) means subjecting myself to proper food outside (price varies+petrol). So yeah, all the more reason to have friends (Boss, you really need to pay attention here).

Excerpts from a conversation with a friend.

me: brp ko spend utk lunch?
victim1:
lunch?
bile?
arini?
me: biasa
victim1:
roughly 3-6
arini 12
nape?
me:
12
fuh apsal hari ni tinggi
aku tgh pikir apa mau tulis
utk blog
dan tersedar aku spend utk lunch sgt tak tentu
victim1:
huhu
arini aku blanje partner aku
me:
tapi masih murah
hmm
ye la
aku dok tganu
bukan kl bang
me:
lupa lak
victim1:
chait

Of course. The price is different. Silly me.
How evil. So, I decided to ask another KL person.
(I don't really consider myself KL but... yeah.)

me:
berapa ko spend utk lunch?
victim2:
rm5 mcm tu everage
me:
highest?
victim2:
highest tgk tempat laaa
rm30 kut
me:
lowest?
victim2:
hmm rm4
me:
hmmmmmmm
biasa ko makan apa yg average rm5 tu?
victim2:
nasik campur la
nasik+ayam+sayur = rm4
nasik+ikan+sayur = rm4
nasik+daging+sayur = rm5
me:
hm
baiklah
victim2:
kau buat survey apa ni
me:
saja tertanya

RM4 for lunch. Strictly FYI, but I spent about RM6.30 for lunch today... courtesy of Baker's Cottage.

So how?

Lately I've had a serious loss of appetite and has found solace in lighter food such as bread but damn they never fill you up long enough, even with tuna. RM6 as opposed to RM4 from a KL person means I'm spending too much.

DEAR LORD, when is the next salary coming in???

It's times like these that you realize it's always much easier to have lunch with friends around you... maybe if you're lucky, they'll even pay for you.... and one day, that turn will definitely fall to you.


So I guess my boss is a genius after all.

Karma of the Dragon

I was at Sri Pacific (Pan Pacific) near PWTC pigging out on the RM68++ buffet deal.

Now here's the thing - they were having something like a dragon fruit promotion fiesta and that means most of the food had dragon fruit added. Think roast chicken with pickled dragon fruit, and you may get what I mean.

It was seriously like they wanted to sprinkle dragon fruit ALL OVER THE PLACE if they could.
That, and they bought too much dragon fruit.

But seriously, pickled dragon fruit?
I chose not to take any chances.

But today, I am not writing about the food. No sir.
You see, it came to my realization that we should always be on our best behavior.
ALWAYS.

I was done with my food when I noticed my half-full glass, still wet at the rim.
When I was younger, I had this habit of playing with the wet rim (somehow that sounds so wrong) by scraping my finger along the edges.

Like so.




And...



Repeat.


But don't forget to wash.

If you think my using these pictures served no purpose, you are half-right - I am experimenting with blogger. I'm just looking for an excuse to use the pics. XD



So back to the squealing thing.

Doing this serves no other purpose than driving people around you nuts with the faint humming-like screech it makes. Good for family trips when that annoying aunt who keeps on asking you when you're getting married is around.

So yeah, there I was, dipping my finger inside my glass to wet the rim.
I reminded myself not to drink from this glass anymore.



CONTAMINATION LA OI!



God knows where my fingers have been!
Or could have been. *SIGH* <--- this is a serious sigh.


So yeah, much much later after toying around with it the kind waiter topped up my superb sky juice. I was so deeply engrossed with the conversation that I did not realize the very glass I drank from....


...was the very same glass I dipped my finger in.



At times like these, I thank God I always wash my hands after a trip to the gents.


BTW, my stomach didn't quite agree with all the dragon fruit - a laxative* in its own right.
Not a smart choice for your main dishes imho... especially when the uninitiated like me comes into the picture.



I can still feel the dragon's roar in my tummy.
ARGH!!!


*Unofficial sources include: http://biolife.wordpress.com/2007/10/09/why-dragon-fruit/ http://pagesperso-orange.fr/cactusepiphytes/z_page_le_fruit_du_dragon.htm