just minishorts.

Oh. Yeah. We had THAT annual reunion again this year. Last year I didn't go because i was up North with Jece dearie, but this year we decided to visit Seoul Bulgogi again (the food isn't that great but the atmos is pretty cool for a reunion of sorts).

Oh food. It was so so. Not as nice as the people.

Oh the people. Nice nice people. Yeah we're all grown up now, and once-in-a-year-where-every-one-will-appear type of reunions are always a good reason to spend more.

Didn't manage to get any good pics. There were more than ten of us so speaking to each other at the same time wasn't really possible, and we were all too busy tucking in, and trying to avoid the oil from splashing all over. Lots of spitting from the EVIL teppanyaki thingy, especially when you want to try to turn this …

…into something palatable, or at least passable-lah, by dumping everything into this… amidst the squirms of oohs and aahhs and scrapping dried meat off a useless 'non-stick' plank (that thing they had on the fire-top was a useless, slanting sheet of metal that blasted exploding oil drops at every opportunity.

Anyway the place, in Pantai Plaza near the Federal Highway used to be pretty clean and nice, and offered free flowing soft drinks… now they cleverly charge RM3.00 for a plastic cup of processed iced emon tea!! If you wanted to cheat you'd have to rely on the Ice Cream or the Ice Kacang that they have on the side dishes buffet spread. Ice Kacang is usually fun to make, if you had control of the ice-shaving machine… this place just lumps a tiny hill of shaved ice into a huge plastic mixing bowl, so you'll have the fight with the rest of the kiasu 'I dont want to spend RM3.00 on a glass of water' crowd to get to the free ice.

And the end of it I came out further convinced that steamboat dinners are opportunities for men who would otherwise never enter the kitchen, to show off to their lady-loves a little. You know, occasions where he can actually say, 'Come I cook for you,' and then ask you if you like the chicken he cooked or not.

Yeah right. Other days also he never cook for me one. And chicken tastes like chicken, no matter how you cook it.

But anyway, more photos…