Friday Night F**ked Up Pictures

At Bao's insistence, I have put up these effed up photos of herself and Mona. I find these photos so repulsive but cos I love her so much, I'll put them up! :P

Check out Bao's blog, her intro page is hiliarious!

French Toast Again!

At our insistence, Lymbo and I forced Kahoons to have french toast with us. So off we trotted back to Cafe De Campbell with Lymbo's cousin, Dru-poo and requested four servings of french toast. Kahoons said he wasn't too impressed despite his very big grin. I think we hyped it up too much. But c'mon, check out how thick the toast is! Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside! So yummy! Hmm I seem to think everything is yummy on this blog. A rather indiscriminate palate I do have.

Kahoons with his toastie.

Me and Dru poo looking as nerdy as possible.

Won Ton Soup

Smee and I made won tons for dinner and had it dry noodle style. Yum yum! Don't mistake the egg noodles for Mi Goreng! Just want to prove that I am eating properly.

Ok, Bao just pointed out that the Coke Zero was very 'healthy', so I'm just gonna clarify it's Smee's coke. I rarely drink Coke and if anything, tend to avoid it. My plate is the one in the background!

Friday Night Drinks and French Toast!

Lymbo and I were dying to go and have a bit of a girls' night out. I dunno about her, but I was pretty desperate for a good drink too! Too bad I had to work the next day. Thus,all chances of any excessive drinking were ruined.

First stop was Privilege. A shitty underground bar, akin to the Piano Bar in Warehouse prior to the renovations that eventually became the infamous Salt. Maybe Privilege is a bit worse than that. The similarities are undeniable - dark black interior, cement floor, cheap drinks and packed-to-the-walls with asians. The only difference is that these asians are usually in business suits. Corporate or not, you can't take the RnB out of most asians.

As you descend the stairs into darkness, be prepared for the bitchy evils you encounter from other females. Girls only dress to impress other girls. Anyway, we only went there to meet up with a friend. We had a few girly drinks (lychee liqueur, cranberry juice and a squeeze of lime - try it!) and headed off.

Next stop was The Loft at King St Wharf. I quite like this bar/lounge, although the crowd is a bit so-so. It is actually a very nice place to go to on a mild, sunny Sunday afternoon as the bar overlooks the water into Darling Harbour. They have some very interesting cocktails too. A silly girl bumped into me as we collected our cocktails and I spilt some of it onto my jacket, which kinda peeved me a bit. She didnt even notice that it also spilt onto her own jacket! Serves you right, cow.

Lymbo enjoying her Napoli Iced Tea with blood orange, lemon, cointreau and some other stuff.

Me and my Rose and Orange Blossom Martini. I'm not really a martini drinker but this was yummy!

Due to our old age, we capped off a relatively early night with a trip to Chinatown's exotic Cafe De Campbell. Yeah, if I owned a Honky cafe, I'd call it that. We were served here by a 50 year old asian midget who had adorned himself with maroon dyed, helmet hair. No offence to midgets, but I couldn't think of any other noun or adjective. I've only ever eaten one thing here - french toast. It's surprisingly good!

Lymbo enjoying her french toast

Me enjoying my french toast.

Lunch in Chifley Food Court

I had lunch in the Chifley Plaza food court with a few friends. I wish I took a photo of the Curry Katsudon I ate, which was surprisingly good for food court standards. However, had I done that, I would have embarrassed all of those around me.

Mippy and I. Mippy desperately needed a haircut.

Tlee and Stina, who managed to get Jetstar flights to Nippon! Damn you!

P-sang and I. Poor guy was a bit sick, but yay, he wasn't contagious! haha, such a self-centred comment. Hope you are better in time for City2Surf! I'm gonna be screwed!

Dinner with VV and ##s

Tuesday night constituted meeting up with two friends who lived with me while in college. ##s, VV-poo and I ate a little korean restaurant in an almost dodgy alley opposite George St cinemas called Cafe Cua. I had my Yukwe Bibimbap (raw meat on rice with vegies) mmm mmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm and we left smelling like korean bbq. Twas a cosy restaurant and the food isn't bad, although I wouldn't call myself a Korean food connoiseur, but I have tasted some pretty bad korean.

##s and VV.

An off-centred attempt at a self portrait.

Oh, that's much better! Sorry ##s, I cut out your face.