finally, after craving for sashimi and oysters for so long, i got to have ‘em today. yup yup yup. at jogoya, starhill kl.
the place wasn’t that crowded, like it was when it first opened, but my friend and friends wanted to take precautions by making reservations. (i say screw the reservations and just go there. though, perhaps for bigger parties, it would be better.)
free yee sang for a table of 8 people or more. we had to remind them, but after it came, we didn’t feel like doing the deed – no one knew the ritual or the words to go with it. anyway, it was a quiet affair (re: yee sang) and after that, no one wanted to eat it. everyone wanted to save space in their tummies for other stuff. but the sashimi in it didn’t go to waste. =)
now that i’ve been there twice, i’ve had my fill of the place, i’m done with jogoya. but for those who haven’t been there and would like to make full use of the 2-3 hours of buffet time, should do so. cheapest price of RM68++ is at 2-430pm or 930-1130pm. i think.
just got back from the boyz 2 men concert at genting. it was great. although i should’ve prepared myself by listening to some of their songs before going, cuz i couldn’t follow the lyrics to most of their songs. shawn stockman cried while performing “color of love”. but we probably won’t find out why.
and….. hannah tan was there. mmmm… she was wearing this white dress that was just… *gasp*. we bumped into her on the way to the arena of stars, and it was nice having her in your sight all along the way. i only realised later that harith iskandar was with her.
and… i can say it was also a day of food. marmalade lunch with yvonne, where i had the spaghetti funghi, altho i’d say i prefer the smoked salmon i had before, and a fruit shake. then roti telur from the mamak near merv’s shop, then 2 scoops of baskin robbins’ strawberry cheesecake on a waffle cone. finished with a sirap limau ais at mahbub.
so my colleague sitting next to me asks for a favor. she was having problems logging into our document server and have had no help from the tech people. so she asks me whether she can use my password instead.
i say no. she merajuk. she starts looking for other people who’d help her online. i peek over her shoulder, and then she meradang. i think she was more mad abt me constantly peeking at her monitor than anything else. not my fault she does “interesting” things with the computer.
in any case, what’s the use of the password if i’m going to share it with the whole f-in world?
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