Wednesday, 31st October '07
Death by Tray
This is for you, Qiong. Again. Half my blogs are for you.
Today the family went for dinner at Ang Mo Kio Hub's foodcourt. There's this lovely economic rice place where you can get hanzi muay (sweet potato porridge) in place of rice, and they sell hulking pieces of herbal chicken, stingray in chilli and other yummy sides. Dad and I went to do the honours of picking out the evening's fare while Mum sat and guarded the table.
After Dad and I finish discussing what we're going to order:
Stick around, I need you to help carry the food.
Go get a tray...
[thinks] Do you know who I am? I am Vadar. Darth Vadar. Lord Vadar. Sir Lord Vadar. Sir Lord Baron von Vadar Ham. I don't need a tray. I can kill you Without. A. Tray. I can kill you with a single thought. I could kill me with a single thought... Oh fuck it, I'll get a tray.
[Walks over to get a tray and discovers they're all wet.]
[thinks] This one is wet, this one is wet, this one is wet... what, did you dry these in a rainforest? Why with the power of the Death Star do we not have a tray that is fucking dry?
[While off musing over the trays, dude cuts in and order some economic rice over Dad's head.]
[thinks] Nonono, do you know who I am?!
Thank GAWD he didn't say: "You're Jeff Vadar!". I might well have died from the deja vu.
For the perfectly normal people who have no idea what the joke is, fret not. This is a very... Qionghui sort of thing. See below:
[1 photograph developed.]
honored as usual *glomp*