The Tuesday Before I Left.

Each time I'm back in Ipoh, I get pestered a lot about whether or not I had 'Nga Choi Kai' (chicken noodles with beansprouts). So to annoy everyone back for annoying me...

Lou Wong Nga Choi Kai, I shall come invade you today.

My lil bro is ready with his Ultraman pose.

Sour Plum, Soya Bean, Lime, Longan... bla bla bla.

I'd drink anything that has longan inside anytime.

Meatballs, fishballs and those famous fat beansprouts.

Chicken feet, a delicacy that I feel disturbed to savour.

The tender, juicy chicken you can never find elsewhere.

And finally the noodles. And it is great because it's made with Ipoh water.
(which is unpolluted, unlike everywhere else ie. KL)

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There was a pasar malam next to Lou Wong and being easily attracted to anything that glitters under spotlights and unfamiliar places, I had to go and discover what this night market has to offer. (Actually not much since it had only very few stalls.)

Shoes, I heart you. Especially when you're cheap and pretty.

Funky slippers are always in.

Lil bro being fascinated. Not towards jewelry, but why women all get attracted to them.

There's so much variety.

And you can't make up your mind over what to buy.

I heart RM10 wallets! They look quite authentic too!

More cheapo stuff.

Finally, something here manages to catch my lil bro's eye.

2 streets of stalls are nothing.

Yeah, true. I saw a lot of strange, bizarre objects that had questionable origins.

Chicken biscuits are one of the favourite souvenirs to be bought.

We walked to Popo's house which was across the road to pay her a visit.

My lovely relatives from UK got me a cake!

I was really glad that I managed to somehow celebrate my birthday with them. Btw, the cake was coffee flavoured and my brother and I went nuts over the cherries.

I Don't Want Flowers...

I don't want flowers for my birthday. Even though I would be ecstatic to receive them, and think that it would be awesome and grand to receive an enormous beautiful bouquet. Flowers, lovely as they are, last only a for a few days. Eventually, they'll wilt and I would feel horribly devastated to throw them away.

...I don't want flowers to represent the feelings between us. Exciting, intensed but short lived. So yes, don't get me flowers.

I'm really amazed that in the end, your choice of gift was that of 'time'.


Much time has slipped pass our fingers; wasted, cherished, forgotten, missed...

I truly hope that 'our time' may finally have its chance to start already...

At least, unlike flowers, I won't be able to tell when it may end.

The best gift was definitely not the watch. :)

Happy Birthday My Blog and I.

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Hi everyone!~ I'm officially announcing the existence of my new blog today in conjunction with my buffdayze. (It wasn't pre-planned, but I just happened to drag it on until today). Thank you for those who nudged me on to post and the wait is now over! ;D What's there to expect here; a minimal amount of words save for the need of occasional ramblings/b*tching, plenty of events/art/food posts and oh-whatever-I-feel-like-it.