burp.

Penang trips are always awesome, its never routinely boring. this little island never fails to charm me with its rustic old aura -- look penang teens, if you want pavillion-like malls, migrate to kl, please? i'd hate to see old architecture knocked down and have seen-before moderns taking their places. please!!! don't touch them!!!

most memorable scene: a gigantic abandoned worn-down english-style bungalow with greeneries crawling in, surrounded with land the size singapore. it even has an indoor terrace to drink earl grey tea in! i kid you not, baby. and no, it hasn't got an eerie feel though. instead i could almost imagine how was it like 200 years ago, with people flowing in and out doing their thing.

a few things i've learned yet again after the trip: if you're not walking any slower, don't bother coming at all. penangites are known to walk at leisure even if a tsunami is towering over them, which drives me crazy. but i tolerate, because of heavenly food. which brings us to the next subject.

penang food is SO wonderful. need i tell you that? of course not. but i get excited when things come in half-prices (makes the cheapo in me go nuts) , come in kids-size portions (allows precious stomach space to go unwasted for exploring more delicacies).

oh oh, and ONE crucial point i really want to say. Penangites are SOOOOOOOOO stingy!!! there's this sign in almost every coffee shop that says something like this:

" Patrons that do not order drinks and uses the table will be charged an additional 40 sen. Thank you. "


deng. they're nuts isit. don't those food stalls pay for their rent, as well? kiamsiappppp.

i've even seen this charkoaytiow uncle who counts the ingredients. crazy.

haih. what to do. when i'm in food heaven, i do my best not to complain. :/



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on a lighter note anyways, PROM IS TOMMORROW!!!
will it be awesome? will my falsies stay intact? how long will it take for my stockings to rip? haha! how unforgettable will it be? and, will anyone recognise me in contacts? so unpredictable! and, i LOVE unpredictablity.
i'm keeping my fingers crossed til the clock strikes twelve tommorrow.
and in the meantime, i'll be grooving.
see ya!

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