Last night I ate fried rice without taste. Lol. It has all the carrot, the peas, the chicken, but it has absolutely no taste. It was like eating white rice, the others didn't fare much either with nasi kapsah or whatever it is from arab and homos which looked like guana ?! The meal was hopeless.

When the lady came to calculate how much we should pay, she asked me what I ate.
"Fried Rice"
"With what? With chicken ka, with beef ka?"
I had wanted to say Fried Rice without anything but what came out from my mouth was "Nasi goreng tanpa.. rasa" which basically means Fried Rice Without Taste. She sort of grinned and the guys laughed at me. Duh.

Later on that night I felt uneasy in the stomach, I am not sure that the fried rice was to blame.

Then I had a dream about a dirty guy (housemate of Pit) getting married to I-don't-know-who. And I was busy with the preparation, I get to be a bridesmaid! And my dress was beautiful, at least I thought so in the dream. I had a veil thingy but smaller and not over my face of course, a white plump dress with pink layers (since when had i liked pink?) I held a little bouquet. My partner to walk down the aisle is the third bestman, the tallest, who I think was Starky's brother although he doesn't look anything like Starky's brother and apparently his name is Arthur. (I dont' think I know any arthur after kindergarten). I was very happy but Arthur walks unbeliavably fast and I fidgeted to tidy up my dress, fumbling with the bouquet he gave me and also trying to smile my best at the camera.