"across the road/across the country"
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mmm. good food at great prices. i know i keep on lauding the indian stall outside my house, but i just can't help it...i might be taking it a tad bit too far, but it feels like the perfect shack to me. it's right outside my house...right outside it. more or less. and it's cheap. and the food is alright. i've heard fellow neighbours say that it tastes like shit, but...it just fits the whole image of this little shack blasting indian music serving all this...masala. and did i mention the prices? it just makes me wonder if we really do bother about where it is we eat. even if your favourite place was placed right next to a drain, would you really mind all that much as long as the kuey teow was nice and hot and aromatic? no, yea:? beggars can't be choosers, like they say, and this is probably another great example of it.

speaking of begging, it's been nigh on two weeks since a road trip. i guess that the mapbook was bought for no reason, but, oh, well. as hannah is now on her way to pinang, i've got to go somewhere. maybe...pinang itself? that'd be cool, really, if we could pull that off. her mom said that she'd buy the road trip crew lunch if we went. which would be cool, really. if it'd happen. which sounds so fun, because it's been about 16 years since i last went to pinang.

all i know about pinang is three things: the pinang bridge, food and most importantly of all [i'm going to get a slap soon], pinang girls. wait, i'll hit myself.

ouch.

road trips were damn good fun. despite what justin says about the drive back being the wost part about it, i enjoy road trips as a whole [probably because recently i haven't been driving on them]. chasing trucks and overtaking 10 of them at a time, going to lumut and then to pangkor island doing absolutely nothing at all........it's fabulous. i'm not be sarcastic here. oh, well.

here i am, wishing that i was somewhere else. poor me. poor me.