i've been absolutely spoilt rotten since i (followed) was shipped by czeeyong down to his hometown. since i've been here, it's been a never-ending journey of food, and more food. i think my waistline has expanded by several inches. even though i hate to admit it, i think czeeyong has won the challenge of proving to me that JB indeed has great food. everything is different here, from their deliciously saltier wantan mee, to their herby bak kut teh. it's not that KL does not have good food, both do, just different.

we made a day trip to singapore by car on sunday, and made the effort to go on a food trail, in a bid to hunt down nice hawker food in the red dot. it was not impossible, and contrary to assumptions that they have bland, tasteless hawker food, some of it indeed taste pretty good. i had my yummy max brenner chocolate again after two years of not tasting their waffles. czeeyong mentioned that it was the only waffles he thought was delicious. OM OM OM.

pictures to come after i have edited them. it takes a little bit of an effort now that i don't have a mouse with me.

one night, out of the blue, hock called me. (hopefully his internet will die and never ever work cause' i did not ask permission from him to put this up).

so he calls me in the middle of the night, and i pick it up, wary and suspicious.

"HI YOU ARE A GIRL AND YOU COOK RIGHT?"

=.=

I SUPPOSE i am. a girl. i mean. and i cook. sometimes. i mean i try to not burn my cooking, if that's what cooking is supposed to *be*.

"ya..." I replied, still suspicious. You have to understand. Hock makes me suspicious most of the time , like he's perpetually up to no good.

It's a compliment.

And hock calls me randomly, for random stuff. This one time it was HELLO, DO YOU KNOW THE DIRECTION TO THIS PLACE. And this other time it was HELLO DO YOU KNOW IF THEY HAVE TAXIS HERE. By now, I fully anticipate any question from him and I do not flinch and wonder why. Because it's hock. Just accept it. And I also tell myself that it's because I am so brilliant and so smart that he likes to come to me for answers because he knows that I will give him all the best answers there are.

Ohoho.

No I am not being smug.

"What's tartare sauce!" He asked me over the phone.

"It's black right??? With honey in it right?"

Uhh...

I racked my brain, thinking of all the tartare sauce I have had in the past, and whether any single one of them was black and tasted anything like honey. To be honest, when he asked me whether I knew what tartare sauce was, I thought he was going to tell me a dirty joke or ask me a riddle.

"Nope. I think it's white. With Stuff in it. You eat it with fish and chips."

What the heck is black with honey then???

:p

No idea, hock. Never tasted anything like it.

And I have not heard from him since, so I hope he's still alive after my suggestion to substitute tartare sauce with mayo and don't worry, your senior will not notice.

are you alive, really?

oh, if you are, can i ask your permission to put this up?

i loved this kitschy mismatched homey cafe that czeeyong and i stopped by for a cup of coffee and a sandwich on sunday.

i loved the peeling paint, the knick-knacks, the paper mache decorations and the various jumbled tables and chairs that dotted the restaurant. each chair is different, and so is each table.

if i had a home, i want it to be like that. imperfect, but me.

this star is really too pretty! I want one!

i like this picture enough for it to be my wallpaper

they clipped the bird onto the lamp!

czeeyong's drink- wondermilk with butterscotch flavour

Really yummy california turkey sandwich with a salad on the side

the right portion of the store where the kitchen and reception area is. the cupcakes looked really good but i really did not have the heart to pay rm4.50 per teeny tiny cupcake. IT IS DAMN SMALL. ONE MUNCH AND IT WILL BE GONE.

sorry i'm such a pig.

The outside of it.

Can we go back there sometime soon ?

i was thinking, maybe if they were friends, then he would think that spending time talking to her wouldn't be a waste of his time.

maybe if they were friends, he would want to see her more often.

maybe if they were friends, he would be waiting excitedly for weekends to see her.

because after all times have changed.

now it just feels like a chore to juggle and divide between responsibility and personal time which he has been craving.

she doesn't understand, that you cannot force people to do things that they do not want to do. but he doesn't understand that the fact that he "does not want to do" those things are hurting her deeply, inside out.

it's just another day,

another time.

another phone call.

another weekend.

when is he ever going to be free from these horrible obligations?

I've been writing a lot lately, but my skills are horrifyingly rusty. I've actually been on a hiatus since 2006 when university took over my life. I did not realize this until a week ago.

I want to discipline myself, and have a place where I can throw my stories to. Because my blog is my blog and horribly cluttered.

For once I would want to have something to be proud of. From this exercise, I hope to improve my grammar, set a higher standard for myself, and improve my vocabulary which has been on a downward spiral since 1998.

So here is the link to my story website!

Liwun's StoryBook