Alright, we reached the ticketing booth. Prove that we didn't join the Kindergarten kids on their excursion
We were kinda excited as we don't really go on outdoor dates. (Yes, dates). We usually hang out in town, mostly sending her to and fro school. Weeee. And other than going out with her which got me thrilled I've never been out with anyone who carries a LV bag. And so she did! What more, to the zoo! LV bag to Zoo. And I got to feel the prestigious LV logos imprinted on authentic ,smooth texture of top grade leather. Ohh! KIMOCHI DESU NE! A class on its own. It's like putting smooth beer next to nothing and then asking you, " so which tastes nicer?". It's straight from Nazi-town. Not Chinamation, not Taxi-Prata land, not Atomic-Iraq, not Huga-Shaga Tribal throne. Just Ballack's hometown. It feels kinda like hippopotamus skin (Ah, the zoo-ish descriptive words!) Mm, alright lets move on.
We met the otters. Fucking attention seeking bastards gathered when ever there was a camera man. Bitch!
And LOOK! I have an aviator! Lol. I got it for her months ago and she only brought it out twice. Yeap, it is the 2nd time on April 1st 2009. And I... GOT TO OWN IT... Temporarily.
Okay fuck, the animals here seriously need to get laid with their own kind. I nearly got surprise butt sex from this tiger. Luckily I turned around in time to stick out my tongue. Just 2 weeks ago I got my tongue tattooed with a picture of a ball of yarn. The tiger became friendly after that and I told it to fuck off. Great success!
Alright, we fished out our informative GPS-embedded map with holographic images of the various time slots for the animal show. Placing our compass by the side of the map, we decided to head for Kidz World. Motivated, we quickened our pace and along with the sound of glory, we heard , " Animal Friends Show at 12.30 will be canceled"
Fuck, we made it this far. We were almost there!
She told me to take a picture with her and so I did. Her face, my finger. TOGETHER!
Okay together . She just reprimanded me for being stupid
And look at that epic fountain. I don't know whats the use of this damn fountain because there are no fishes in there, and don't really look awesome like those of Peterhof Palace. So, I decided to make it useful by making it a wishing fountain! 20 CENTS DOWN!
Baseball throw. GO ISOTOPES!
I met Ah Meng. IT TURNED INTO STONE. Somewhere around here, Medusa was lurking. Horny Ah Meng stared straight into Medusa's serpent hair and turned itself into stone. And yeap, I was trying to make him look better. Couldn't find my spray paint that day.
All these walking was making the Princess hungry. We had forgotten to employ the saddle for her. Yawns! So we had our lunch at Ah Meng Restaurant. A place where foreigners pockets get burnt and got their heads chopped like carrots. Our local "delights" are way overpriced. Our last hope was that their "freshly brewed Lemon Tea" is real. Freshly brewed my anus. Not ass, anus. So , trying to pretend like tourists, we concluded that the food was pretty good. Marvelous, nothing like we've tried before. Pfft. But at least Ah Meng opened a restaurant before turning into stone.
As we were walking, we talked about our heritage. You know, both of us enjoy intelligent topics like that. And guess what, we found hers!
Penguins!
We visited Mr Polar Bear. Polar Express don't exactly bring people to the North Pole =(. And right here, we compared our heights with Mr Polar Bear!
Our energy was almost NEGATIVE 3. We had to look for a solution quick and we thought of Master Wugui from Pixar's Kungfu Panda. We kowtowed 49 times before he agreed to teach us how to walk on air. Master Wugui told me that we have to spar before he could tell my potential and so we did. Princess looks cute, so she got it the easy way.
And earlier on we found Princess' elite heritage, then I've found mine. Mine is kinda weird but still. I took a picture with them anyway. Something to share. As I was approaching them, I kinda got hypnotized. I couldn't control my body. My body seemed to be as stiff as wood and I floated next to them. Phew!
Spiritual. I guess I have a religion now. It's call Wakka.
Don't you feel that this kangaroo looks a lot like a man? I mean, it's like some fucking cross breed. It was Princess who brought this up though. Eeish. Sicko! It runs in the family.
And how can anybody leave the zoo without their overpriced souvenirs? We got some hand phone accessories which is a cheap, yet overpriced imitation of the Voodoo series.
Now my phone as an orange zebra and she has a zebra! Weee! =]
Yeap, that concluded our zoo trip before heading for our movie. To avoid the Conficker Worm, I didn't check the listing in the morning and don't wanna set a new record to my phone bills with the GPRS system. Genius me searched for the tool box, fished out the chain saw, flame thrower and got this out of our Media 154 papers.
We caught Confession Of A Shopaholic. There was no confession, just exposed. Crap ass show. If you have 6 bucks, donate to me. I will confess something
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