I watched Clash of the Titans. It was great watching Perseus going through all the trouble to save Argos from the giant Kraken. But it was too short and a movie that is advisable to watch once only as the memory of the story will just fade away after a week. The action was too little, the scenery was beautiful and I don’t feel awed and connected when I watched the movie as I would while watching Avatar or Dawn of the Dead.
Anyway my darling and I dined at one of the diners in City Square, Portuguese chicken or something. The chicken was nice but the baked rice was bloody disgusting! For the first time, I couldn’t finish the disgusting food. I’d make a habit to always finish up all my food no matter how full I was to show my appreciation of the hard work a person has to do to bring food to the table.
But the baked curry rice was a disgusting platter. The curry was a thick sauce, most probably they added starch to make it thick. The taste of the curry was neither the normal curry nor Japanese curry, they should have added extra chili in it to make it more spicier so it wouldn’t taste so bland. The only nice thing about the backed rice was the pathetic amount of melted cheese on my curry. Ugh!! Curry and cheese DO NOT go along together.
That is the first time I dined there and it will be the very last I would ever step into it. No doubt the enticing sweet smell of the chicken drives drones of customers to the shop, but I’d rather eat chicken rice or Kenny Rogers half chicken platter. There wasn’t even a nice tangy flavour that make their chicken unique that could make customers crawling back for more.
In fact, the first time I tasted the chicken, I knew the recipe immediately. Not going to share it here but I do know the recipe for it. In fact it was the recipe I used when I first tried my hands in making my own version of chicken rice.
Overall the day was quite memorable as it ends with a live show of a gang fight right outside the main entrance of City Square, a few meters from my coffee spot. I’m not sure what the boy, I really mean boy.. He doesn’t even look a passable 16. So the boy was chased down by a group of teenagers. He was running when the teenagers managed to pull him down and kick the daylights out of him.
It happened so fast that I couldn’t even scream for help. After making sure that the victim was totally flat out, I could hear them scream curses and insults at him. I could hear the victim’s girlfriend who also looked just passed puberty screaming for them to stop. Amazingly after they group left, another group of stick people (they are skinny, mixture of both sexes and one of the boy caught my attention since he looks as young as my primary 5 student!) appeared from the spectators and crowded the boy.
I had thought they would give him immediate medical help. Instead they crowded around him to demand who had felled their comrade. Cheh!! It was then I realised that those stick people are his gang members. What a waste of time! If they were true friends, they would have never hide themselves amongst the crowd but in fact stepped out and help to defend or settle the cat fight diplomatically.
By then the police patrol had came along and took reports from everyone. The gang members were still trying their best to act macho and enraged at the unjust that had befallen their gang member. That shows the stupidity of the gang. They should have just stick at being at home and reading their textbooks instead of playing police and thief.
Anyway that happened to be the end of my eventful day.
- Tags: Avatar Movie, entertainment, Johor, Malaysia
- Category: My Ramblings

