toothbrush connexions, road holding and painting the red town red.

the best way to know if your partner is ready to sacrifice it all for you would be if they're willing to share your toothbrush. to some people, it might not be a big thing but i think it's a sweet and genuine way to show that they care. who knows what evils reek in your teeth? and if your oral hygiene is severely lacking, and if your partner knows it, they'd probably be repelled by the thought of swapping swobs of toothpaste with you over the same brush. unless your lack of oral hygiene comes from that other oral factor, then it's really their fault as much as it is yours.

but really, i think that the couple that shares the toothbrush stays together. fuck that love fern --- the toothbrush is the way to go. that's a real commitment, because despite their knowledge of your shortcomings when it comes to treating the internals of your mouth right (lack of brushing, cigarette smoking, non-usage of antiseptic mouthwash), if they're willing to risk their oral (love that word) wellbeing for you, the One Who Doesn't Floss, you know you're one lucky SOB.

it's just a thought.


shredded beef and a tinge of spicy sauce.

the mcd's beef foldover is an enigma. i don't really like it that much, but i wouldn't mind another. the first impression that you get when you take a chunk out of it is that it reminds you of pizza...the taste is dead-on. and don't be fooled by the promotional photos...it's not really a substantial chunk of beef at all. it's more of the shredded variety. it comes with this spicy "mexican" sauce which is more tangy than anything else, though don't be alarmed...the sauce is worth it. so far, mcd's has been outdoing itself with its sauces...first, its fish mcdeluxe's spicy thousand island dressing and now this.

kudos? not quite.

i'm not sure where you can find the beef foldover besides the mcd's branch at centrepoint. god bless that branch. i don't know what i'd do if it wasn't around. we'd be deprived of good food and babewatching. and there's a chance that you'll bump into someone you know over there. it sounds incredibly silly to drive all the way to damansara for a burger set, but...i can't describe it. the mcd's at telawi has a high chance of being infested with indians when i feel hungry. and technically, the closest mcd's outlet from my house is at midvalley and i'm not willing to pay for parking. though you'd argue that i'd save on major amounts of fuel.

there's no antecedent value there. only at centrepoint, there is. maybe i'm too used to it, but everyone is. it's the mcd's to go to.

hail the golden arches. you know you want to go. though long gone is that year where we didn't have to pay for service tax. lord, that was good.


180 km/h in the right direction.

the perdana has been adequately tested. so far, the most it's been pushed it to is 180...maybe 190. it wasn't pushed further because of a fear of speed traps, as well as the fact that going 180 at night on the north-south highway isn't exactly a smart thing to do. still, it's fun and stable, and our local clarkson has given it his approval. kudos.


i wish they all could be malaccan/melakan girls.

that's right. the perdana was batmobile'd because we were going to melaka. malacca. aiyoh, whateverlah. theo, justin, nigel and i. it was a spur of a moment thing. and it's also a very good thing that my father is still in johor, otherwise taking the v6 out would've been a unjustifiable risk.

dad: where're you taking the car?
me: melaka.
dad: you ninny.

theo and justin played guides for nigel and i. why is it that each time we're somewhere which isn't kl, we start making jakun jokes?

"hey, i didn't know malacca had buildings more than two stories high".
"oh my god...an internet cafe!" "yea, probably still playing quake 1".
"....a mcdonald's!"
"do they have a starbucks around here?"

to the last question, yes, they do.

one thing they do have an abundance of is good food at reasonable prices. cheap, cheap, cheap dim sum at jonker street (on average, RM 1.50 for 4 pieces). ditto for the kuey teow with the sweet sauce (RM 3). the fried oysters were going for RM 3 to RM 5. we missed out on chicken rice with...uh...chicken balls.

jonker street was a blast. pity that we didn't take photos, but they were selling pets. not sure how much a poodle was going for, but a tarantula was going for RM 200+ and de-venomized scorpions were going for RM 30 each. they were also selling hamsters, except they weren't hamsters...the breed had an incredibly dignified name.

most of the shoplots were wide open...there were line-dancing classes being held, and you could look at all the tai-tais practicing. there was also an arm wrestling competition being held, along with the obligatory performances, from singers and (surprise!) tai-tais line-dancing.

clubbing in melaka was fun. not sure about the other clubs, but we visited a club which theo, his girlfriend and justin had frequented before. lisa (theo's girl, a melakan native) was there with us, along with her brother and his friends. madass. pure bar, melaka. plays your standard hard r+b fare downstairs, whilst the more exclusive (not really, it just feels more exclusive) upstairs area played...um...house? i have no fucking idea. fun to dance to. danced my ass off. attracted stares (i would really really really like to think so --- it'd validate my existence somewhat).

after that, we went to a mamak and...went home.

now, at this point, i'd just like to state that melakan girls are made right. they just are. if i had more time there, i'd go everywhere during the day in the hopes of just looking at some portuguese-mixed chiquas. not like i've got the balls to say hello...i'd just timidly stare and think obscene thoughts. and it's not just the mixed blooders...everyone seems nice. even the girls manning the stalls along jonker street.

everyone says hello, as david bowie said. brilliant song.


afterthoughts:
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if i was made a more courageous lad, i would've said hello to the girl in black sitting a few tables down from us at pure bar.

"hi, my name's ian, i came all the way from kl to see you, i haven't much time, fancy a snog by the toilet?"

no. not very articulate.

well.

do girls ever approach guys at clubs? especially those who've been waving their luscious locks around whilst dancing like a mad cow? i mean, guys like these are meant to attract positive attention because they let loose and be themselves...as long as they dance in a way that isn't too embarrassing. does it happen? will it ever? to me?

my soiled, bruised ego.

yea, gotta lose that weight. excess baggage has got to go.


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and i do want to go to melbourne and have the time of my life, but since i can't.........maybe i'll just buy you a plane ticket. still figuring out the money thing. hold tight.


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on the trip back to kl, more than a few truckers were veering into the speed lane for no apparent reason. most of these guys have been driving at a snail's pace for a couple of hours...add the night backdrop and you're bound to have trouble. it's not really their fault, but you can never take for granted that they're paying attention, either.


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it's definitely a different experience driving a proper roadcar as compared to the iswara on a road trip. i'm not really looking forward to the next trip if we're taking the v6. it's just too comfortable...it's lacking that ragtag roadtrip element. then again, i might just be complaining over the petrol costs.

fyi, it costs about RM 60, or a 3/4 tank in a perdana (if you start from 1/10 to a very low amount of petrol) for a return trip. i pumped in an additional RM 20 after the trip to keep it off zero.

food is cheap, but because of it being cheap, you're bound to eat more. RM 100 for f+b alone, even for a brief 7 hour trip like ours, is not an overestimate. after you count your spendings, you're still bound to ask where all the money went. but you'd know that it was money well-spent, anyway.