went to kit's place yesterday night. we cooked supper. it was a strange sense of domestication. it's not like i haven't felt 'domesticated' before. daph, kit, mel and myself have done various activities or have participated in many different get-togethers that can fall under this category. but yesterday was amplified. probably becasue we were actually cooking the food and that two people were only involved. it was very domesticated. not that i'm against it or anything. just new to it.

but dinner turned out fine. the japanese chicken curry we made was edible. though i have to say that we had too little chicken and too much potatoes and carrots. so it kinda was vegetable curry with sprinkles of chicken bits. we had fun in the kitchen and even made ice-cream, which tasted like frozen condensed milk if you ask me.

after the dinner, we watched eric khoo's mee pok man. the show was so disturbing (owing to the fact that the mee pok fellow was necrophillic) that kit asked for it to be stopped. the body of the dead girl that he kept with him in his house was seriously decaying and it was so sick to see him hold her and kiss her and stuff like that. seriously not a post-dinner movie.

oh and kit, we stopped it 5 minutes shy of the ending. it ended with scenes of him kissing the dead gal (now totally blue with decomposition) and with scenes of the stall where he works at and of the red light district going back to normal, as if nothing at all happened. very eric khoo.