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Hello Panda biscuits make a poor substitute for Italiannies' Classic Carbonara. My stomach is not easily fooled, and my tastebuds are crying in rage. I feel like crying together with my tastebuds and have a cuddle together in a little corner.

Awh damn. It sucks when there aren't anybody around you who share your tastes in good food. It's dinner time and I absolutely refuse to budge from my room (hey folks! I'm actually staying in UM over the weekend! feh) unless it's for pasta, or the toilet. If Aliaa hadn't barged into my room during lunch hour and dragged me away from the notebook, I would probably just starve for the day. It's either pasta, or nothing.

And I don't want to be reduced to having to call up people I do not enjoy just because I know they will be available. Good food is to be had with good people. If I had called you out for dinner, know that I had to dig through piles of junk just to reach my reclusive handphone and punch at the round buttons to personally type out each letter (because the dictionary always give me weird words) and I had to search for your name in my address book and click send. All because you are one of the good people.

And good people always wants to eat pasta with me.

Labels: food

it's ephemereal style

Very, very good pasta

Ramadhan is coming to an end, and it feels like all I've been doing is eat out for iftar. Had a reunion with Germaine and Alissa last Wednesday at Gardens' Italiannies. Shari was supposed to join us as well but she wasn't able to make it so the dinner seemed more like a 'SaYuKo-Authors-Reunion' kind of thing instead.

Truth be told, I was extremely nervous about the reunion. In fact, I'd never have gone out were it not for Ger taking the initiative to drag me out of my UM shell. It's just... times have changed, and I hate myself for speaking so poorly in front of them (fuck my grammar, I'm starting to lose a sense of vocabulary and pronunciation as well). Not to mention it felt very awkward when Germaine mentioned how close Alissa and I were and followed it with, 'Aren't you guys close anymore?'

I can just imagine the look of apprehension on our faces at that time.

We evaded the question by going on about how the two of us were asexual starfishes who managed to conceive Germaine on a drinking-night-gone-wrong. No contraceptive has ever been developed for starfishes, anyway.

Dinner at Italiannies was superb, and we were having a pretty interesting conversation going. In fact, it was rather fun. It was mostly typical catching up stuff, but I managed to introduce to them the ideas of Aldous Huxley from A Brave New World. Hahaha, Aliaa's excitement over the book has definitely rubbed off on me. Was sorely disappointed when Borders didn't have the book in stock. It's pretty hard to find actually.

The night ended in high notes, with promises of continuing and finishing SaYuKo collab, group hugs and what-not.

I took it all with a healthy pinch of salt.

Hey, it's called growing up. Maintaining friendship takes effort. I'll step my game up if you step up yours.

Still, the Italiannies peeps must have gotten sick of me. The day after that, Rai, Cha, Aliaa and I (Som was being a k****g- make up your mind, woman) had dinner there. I ordered Classic Carbonara again, of course. That pasta is a work of art!

Labels: food, relationships