Teh Tarik

" I make better teh tarik."

At least that's what AngelKein claims. Let's hope she opens a mamak stall next time, so we can try out her talented tea-pulling skills. And the stal shall be named Angel's Corner.

Anyway, it's been a while since I actually went to mamak's for a good cup of teh tarik. I remember those days when I actually dropped by the mamak almost everyday to have a cup of coffee or teh tarik accompanied by a nice, hot plate of Maggi goreng.

How pathetic, I sounded like I'm an old man who haven't visit their hometowns for decades.

That's beside the point.

I still remember how my friends and I used to walk for hours just to get to the mamak for a slice of roti-canai and a glass of iced-Nescafe. Not to mention it was 2 a.m. when we decided to take that adventurous hike.

I also remember paying a visit to the mamak everyday after school last year. Even the waiter knew what I wanted before I even ordered.

But now, ever since I decided to include studies in my life -finally-, I've neglected mamak. Dare to be said, I have not dropped by for a single cup of teh-tarik at all this year. How bad I felt.

I can conclude that mamak played a significant role in my life. But now, I starting to forget this part of me and moving on.

It feels bad.

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Dumb Sunday

Ok, this is like so stupid. I can't believe I haven't been updating for like a gazilion years.

But who cares.

Anyway, it was Sunday that highlighted my entire week. I should have and suppose to kick my own head for being so dumb and nosy.

See, I was at Masjid Jamek after tuition. Surprisingly, there WASN'T a single vehicle on the bloody road at all. Feeling weird, I stopped and snoop every single angle I could.

Found it.

There was this police line and barricade at the other side of the road, with lots of busybody surrounding it.

Being equally busybody, I joined in the crowd. Stupidly, I stood under the scorching sun for 20 damned minutes. It was like a whole bunch of models was gonna run past us only in their underpants and there we are waiting patiently with our cameras standing by.

Finally, I heard annoying loud honking. Damn it! There wasn't any underpants model, it was Le Tour de Langkawi. Bicycles instead of models. What the heck.

So just like other jakuns there, I took out my phone and started recording. And of all time, my phone hung! So pathetically pissed!

I didn't get to shoot the bikes, but I did manage to shoot the CARS that were CARRYING the bikes.

Wee, better than nothing.

But still, I felt like a hopeless jackass. Waited for 20 minutes just to see 10 seconds of bicycle passing me by without even leaving me an autograph.

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Award

First of all, I will like to thank my parents for giving me such magnificent literary talents. To all my friends out there who can't stop clicking on my link. To my faithful readers who just love my every piece of masterpiece and constantly want more.

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Slash of the second paragraph. Pure nonsense.

Anyway, a big thank you to Kai Chi for awarding me. Or at least taking the trouble to mention my name.

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Changing Room Returns

Yes, I'm just obsessed with changing room. I just love hanging out in changing room. I just love the scent. I just love the sight. I just love the sound.

I'm just pulling your leg. Who the heck will like to stay in a room full of semi-naked man walking around in pride, as if they have the best asset in the whole room?

However, last Sunday was a little different. The whole changing room is empty.

EMPTY!

Lights and air-cond all on but there's nobody walking around with wet hair and clad with towels. How often you get this chance?

So we decided to have a little man to man talk in the hunk's room.



The few culprits behind "the talk".


So what were our talks about?

About girls obviously. What more can four guys talk about in an empty room where no girls are to enter?



I can't believe I'm posting something so dumb here.

Pardon me.

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