Once again another misconception surfaced and I was finally disillusioned yesterday night. Durian buffet at Goodwood Park Hotel. Ladies and gentlemen, this entry will describe a very effective method of torture I survived from.



Venue: Goodwood Park Hotel, Coffee Lounge
Price: Flea market cheap
Grubs: C4 paste



Very nice, really. DLSR still images, attractive font and mellow colour scheme. Really deceptive, I must say.

Okay, I have to say, every piece of work there is fabulous, like a gastronomical bomb waiting for battle. Once you have one in your mouth everything explodes, you feel like you're on food war. Virtually every part of your body battles with your mouth. Every inch of you wants to comment negatively on the durian lovelies, but your mouth resists. A true case of capitalistic mouth fighting a communist body.



Now this baby here bites. The puff head and butt are great. They will prance around once you have them in your mouth. Durian paste is evil which bites the tongue and teeth. Totally threatening. Run when you see this.



Devious mix of explosives. The middle sponge disc is madness. I had a hard time concentrating on a beautiful lady sitting in front of me when I was eating this. No comments on the pancakes.

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One bite of each is enough. Whatever you do, do not under any circumstances, eat more than you can handle. If you feel like vomitting, you may have taken too much of them. Our Chinese torture ancestors are probably interested in this method of torturing.

Company


Fernandez Bustamante


Chiam See Tong

Neology Part 1

Controllation: nounie noun To control.

Note: a nounie noun is a noun accentuated heavily by tranforming it further into a noun. A noun so nounish, it's sad seeing such a redundancy exists in life.
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Example of how to use it.

Fred: I have to urinate, nature's calling.

Sean: Asclep, there's no toilets here. You've got to control your controllations. We'll get there in time.

F: Yes I will. Just don't tempt me to uncontrollate my controllating controllations.

Guy on the phone: Oh! So it's central mall! Okay, I'll see you there.

F: You know, however good I am with directions, I still don't know how to get to central mall, so... Oh, look there's a guy that talking to his date on the phone! I'd bet all my controllation chips on this guy. I'm sure he'll take us there. Follow him!

S: Rubbish la. Act your age, Asclep. It's embarassing.

F: Sean, sometimes you've got to learn how to fly before you can walk.

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