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I must be a bit of a suaku, not knowing how to get to Dempsey Hill or, for that matter, what's there and what the place is like. Without searching the Intarwebs, of course.
The first of October was a public holiday in this part of the world for the end of Ramadan, and being non-Muslim, I had a meet up with Big N and TTK, whom I shall hereafter and until further notice refer to as Kimchee Boy. Not to be confused with Kimchee Girl, a.k.a. froufrou.
So we met at Ben & Jerry's, but not until after I was somewhat mildly shocked by the sheer number of cars parked at the place. It's supposed to be some sort of quiet, away-from-it-all colonial-era converted historical area, but it did seem to me to be more of a circus for the rich and discreetly-not-famous. Lots of foreigners of the wealthy sort (the not-so-wealthy foreigners, including Europeans and Americans, live just the way most of us do, or spend their holidays in Malaysia - there's a sizeable bit of such people now).
So it was largely a talk-cock session with a whole bunch of reminiscing and stuff like Kimchee Boy reminding Big N that he once asked Kimchee Boy to buy a teddy bear for this girl in class (Big N was my classmate 1994-5, TTK my schoolmate 1990-5) and Big N couldn't even remember. Said girl, FK, is now married with a kid.
One of the funnier things we decided to do was to send an SMS each to YSC, who taught all of us. She's one of the younger teachers we had, so it's easier to relate to her now. First time I met her after school days was actually at a dinner with Big N and another teacher, Big M. Then agaricus and I ran into her at an ex-schoolmate's bistro (which is now closed as he's moved to work for House of Flour in Shanghai). She was with Fungus (another classmate), so it's kind of strange that those two colleagues had a teacher-student relationship. Anyways, I ran into her again at the airport once when I was heading off to BKK (and she to Shanghai or was it Beijing) for work, and again (with agaricus) at Food Republic (Wisma). And so we all composed a "Hi Ms YSC, etc., ..." message and hit "Send" at the same time, just for the heck of it. Now, we're going to be arranging another meet-up, with her, maybe on 27 October which is yet another public religious holiday that I do not observe - the Hindu Festival of Lights - but for which agaricus and I might get some invites, since we have some shared colleagues who are either Happy Hindu Homemakers. Or Husbands of Happy Hindu Homemakers. Or Happy Hindu Husbands of Homemakers. Or something like that. So there's going to be a fair bit of event-planning in the coming weeks.
But back to Dempsey. I brought a backpack full of my gym stuff because I didn't know if we'd be meeting for a short while or what, but as it turns out, the meeting dragged on (lots to talk about) and we were joined by GLBT (those are his real initials). And so we eventually adjourned back to my place. GLBT drove a van which basically functions as the workshop for this sound staging business, so the back of the van is filled with all sorts of equipment and stuff. But many of the restaurants, including Sari Indo, were closed, so we hied off back to my place for a short while, but not before first stopping over at the newly-opened half-stocked Korean supermarket near my pad, Hanaro Mart, which Kimchee Boy's astigmatism misread as "Hanard Mart". Thanks to information volunteered by froufrou, i.e., Kimchee Girl, I introduced Kimchee Boy to Hanard le Canard and he duly bought a kilo of that sewer spinach / caca cabbage / lesbian lettuce for $10 which, according to froufrou, is half the usual price. The cashier was a Korean lady. I know because her English was pretty much rudimentary, but bloomed fluently into "annyeonghaseyo" and yadda yadda when another Korean customer walked in.
I know that customer was Korean because, well, she too did the same.
One good thing that transpired yesterday was that, while waiting for dinnertime to pop by, GLBT helped clean the detector in D70s that's been giving me a couple of smudge spots in my digital photos.
And dinner was a rather modest affair at Hooked on Heads, whose fish head curry was great as far as the curry was concerned. The fish head itself was kinda dry. Either it wasn't fresh, or all the juices went out, which would have explained the great taste of the curry. "Modest" affair because they didn't over-order food like the last time at Botak Jones (TPY). Then we were off to Icekimo for dessert, and a short trip back to my place (Kimchee Boy needed somewhere to refrigerate the vengeance vegetables over dinner) and that was it.
One day gone.
One day spent rather relaxed, stress-free and not talking about work ... well, not entirely. Kimchee Boy being a trainee teacher, had some shop to talk. Gah.
Ad no gym. No. I'm making up for it. Now.
The first of October was a public holiday in this part of the world for the end of Ramadan, and being non-Muslim, I had a meet up with Big N and TTK, whom I shall hereafter and until further notice refer to as Kimchee Boy. Not to be confused with Kimchee Girl, a.k.a. froufrou.
So we met at Ben & Jerry's, but not until after I was somewhat mildly shocked by the sheer number of cars parked at the place. It's supposed to be some sort of quiet, away-from-it-all colonial-era converted historical area, but it did seem to me to be more of a circus for the rich and discreetly-not-famous. Lots of foreigners of the wealthy sort (the not-so-wealthy foreigners, including Europeans and Americans, live just the way most of us do, or spend their holidays in Malaysia - there's a sizeable bit of such people now).
So it was largely a talk-cock session with a whole bunch of reminiscing and stuff like Kimchee Boy reminding Big N that he once asked Kimchee Boy to buy a teddy bear for this girl in class (Big N was my classmate 1994-5, TTK my schoolmate 1990-5) and Big N couldn't even remember. Said girl, FK, is now married with a kid.
One of the funnier things we decided to do was to send an SMS each to YSC, who taught all of us. She's one of the younger teachers we had, so it's easier to relate to her now. First time I met her after school days was actually at a dinner with Big N and another teacher, Big M. Then agaricus and I ran into her at an ex-schoolmate's bistro (which is now closed as he's moved to work for House of Flour in Shanghai). She was with Fungus (another classmate), so it's kind of strange that those two colleagues had a teacher-student relationship. Anyways, I ran into her again at the airport once when I was heading off to BKK (and she to Shanghai or was it Beijing) for work, and again (with agaricus) at Food Republic (Wisma). And so we all composed a "Hi Ms YSC, etc., ..." message and hit "Send" at the same time, just for the heck of it. Now, we're going to be arranging another meet-up, with her, maybe on 27 October which is yet another public religious holiday that I do not observe - the Hindu Festival of Lights - but for which agaricus and I might get some invites, since we have some shared colleagues who are either Happy Hindu Homemakers. Or Husbands of Happy Hindu Homemakers. Or Happy Hindu Husbands of Homemakers. Or something like that. So there's going to be a fair bit of event-planning in the coming weeks.
But back to Dempsey. I brought a backpack full of my gym stuff because I didn't know if we'd be meeting for a short while or what, but as it turns out, the meeting dragged on (lots to talk about) and we were joined by GLBT (those are his real initials). And so we eventually adjourned back to my place. GLBT drove a van which basically functions as the workshop for this sound staging business, so the back of the van is filled with all sorts of equipment and stuff. But many of the restaurants, including Sari Indo, were closed, so we hied off back to my place for a short while, but not before first stopping over at the newly-opened half-stocked Korean supermarket near my pad, Hanaro Mart, which Kimchee Boy's astigmatism misread as "Hanard Mart". Thanks to information volunteered by froufrou, i.e., Kimchee Girl, I introduced Kimchee Boy to Hanard le Canard and he duly bought a kilo of that sewer spinach / caca cabbage / lesbian lettuce for $10 which, according to froufrou, is half the usual price. The cashier was a Korean lady. I know because her English was pretty much rudimentary, but bloomed fluently into "annyeonghaseyo" and yadda yadda when another Korean customer walked in.
I know that customer was Korean because, well, she too did the same.
One good thing that transpired yesterday was that, while waiting for dinnertime to pop by, GLBT helped clean the detector in D70s that's been giving me a couple of smudge spots in my digital photos.
And dinner was a rather modest affair at Hooked on Heads, whose fish head curry was great as far as the curry was concerned. The fish head itself was kinda dry. Either it wasn't fresh, or all the juices went out, which would have explained the great taste of the curry. "Modest" affair because they didn't over-order food like the last time at Botak Jones (TPY). Then we were off to Icekimo for dessert, and a short trip back to my place (Kimchee Boy needed somewhere to refrigerate the vengeance vegetables over dinner) and that was it.
One day gone.
One day spent rather relaxed, stress-free and not talking about work ... well, not entirely. Kimchee Boy being a trainee teacher, had some shop to talk. Gah.
Ad no gym. No. I'm making up for it. Now.