there is that, then there is this

there are all kinds of people in the world, all kinds of behaviours, strange, then stranger.

there are all kinds of friends in the world.

and the best kinds, are the ones you love dearly, express your love clearly and often for, and feel no obligation to whatsoever no matter what the favour or the gift presented.

and then there are friends, with whom you associate food. take for example, my friend from across the Causeway whose name begins with letters E-D-N. each time we're together, it's understood that we dig for culinary treasures - and enjoy them together. for example, the following foods:





few things in life are better than friends who try to outdo each other by bringing the other to the best restaurants ever. we need a change from the usual prata and teh tarik diet sometimes. and besides, experiencing the best foods with your best friends are always, well, best.

and then there are friends who just know what to get you for your birthday. they know you can be a bitch, they know you have a sense of humour, so they get you a bitchy t-shirt and autograph their famous signatures all over it, give or take a few embarrassing taglines like "Hot Dubai Chick". and to reward them for taking the trouble to know me this well when they didn't have to, i oblige by pretending to be bitchy, of course.




and then there are friends with whom you enjoy eating and (unfortunately?) always end up shopping with. every.single.time.you.go.out.together. she's my Credit Blowuper, and she's also one of the best. i credit half my wardrobe to her very existence, she has what we might call, the Shopper's Aura. each time i'm with her, i catch the Shopping Bug which is very infectious if you are not very careful. today, we had strange sounding foods - Italian, they call it - and they all had names akin to Foreign Flowers or Foreign Dildos. but they all looked good and tasted good. the only thing i can remember, is the Espresso Alla Panna which sounds more like an Indian coffee if you pronounce it really quickly. oh, and good ol' Tiramisu (droolworthy pic below), which sounds Japanese, if you ask me.




i am also, today, the proud owner of 2 Brazilian shorts, an overpriced Marks & Spencer bra, 2 Island Shop pieces. if i weren't such a bloody fat endo-mesomorph, i would have had the luck, if that's what you can call it, of bringing home 5 more exquisitely designed paperbags. hell, i almost entered LifeBaby and i don't even have a baby yet.

so, yes. the Shopping Bug can be extremely dangerous if you are not careful enough to avoid beautiful lacy items, pretty pink tops, sexy calf-baring skirts, calf-enhancing pumps and in my case, additionally, a baby cot complete with a pink ceiling mosquito net. you might actually contract all these items and find them permanent lodging in your wardrobe. and another room, if you get that baby cot/mosquito net item.

i'm off now to watch the Da Vinci Code. i hope the movie is as exciting as the book was for me. and you people out there, ease up, it's FICTION.