This Precious Life

Yesterday the 7th June 2009 was the boyf’s 31st birthday. We’ve always celebrated among friends in Singapore but this time, he happened to be in my capital city of Kuala Lumpur. I got to keep him to myself and show him my part of the world. It felt like my birthday, not his!

The celebration started on the 6th June. At 1:30pm, I picked the V.I.P. up from the Mandarin Oriental in KLCC after he’d had coffee with a friend. We drove to Starhill Gallery just 15 minutes away and took the elevator to the Relish floor where Jogoya, a Japanese Buffet Restaurant is. This is an eatery that everyone in the whole of Malaysia have been to before. After making the booking, I discovered that my Mom have been here with her friends, my brother and sis-in-law have been here on a date, and so have many of my relatives and friends. Well, we’re late to the party and have got to try this out!

If you would like to see photographic evidence of real food, check out this photo-heavy post by a fellow Bukit Beruangite. The buffet spread is extensive and stretched as far and wide as your eyes can see. But the way it is systemized can also be considered crass. For example, before we were served with any food, we were served with the bill. This felt rather odd as we haven’t even been seated yet, we had only gotten to the entrance of the restaurant. At 4:00pm, an announcement came on in multiple languages to remind us that we must exit the restaurant by 4:30pm. The lengthy announcement was repeated at 4:15pm. I suppose it is a system that have made it possible to run a buffet restaurant that’s profitable for both diners and business owners.

The type of food served reminded me of a similar Japanese buffet restaurant that I had visited in Seoul, South Korea. The one in Seoul serves a lot of fresh and succulent seafood and Japanese food while Jogoya serves a lot of local food and Japanese food.

The boyf was most pleased that the dessert buffet includes Haagen Daz ice-cream. I was impressed with the attentiveness of the amusingly glum waitresses. Nearing 4:30pm, a manager came to our table and courteously asked if we would mind filling up a feedback form. We didn’t mind at all.

We enjoyed each other’s company and steered the conversation off the normal track of work to more fun stuff like spirituality, purpose, et cetera.

At 4:30pm, with light hearts, we walked out to the Pavillion Shopping Mall. After that, I helmed the wheel of the car again and drove to two different locations to hunt for the perfect birthday gift – a luggage bag that’s gigantic enough to place the boyf’s piano keyboard. Then, we picked up a crepe cake recommended by my food connoisseur aunts.

The next way was the real birthday day. As a first-time visitor to my church, the boyf had to fill up a card. He was taken aback that he now have to tick a higher age bracket.

It made him feel as ancient as Methuselah. It’s a wonder that he didn’t start imagining aches and pains in his joints.

(To be continued).

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