I was...

In Ipoh on Thursday. Wheee!!! Haven't dropped by this quaint city for more than a year. I was prepared to see major changes. Imagine my shock when it looks... totally the same!

It was pretty enjoyable speeding driving along the PLUs expressway in the wee hours of the morning. Minimal traffic, low chance of running into the traffic police. Hehe

Me brought LX to the oh-so famous Foh San Restaurant for Dim Sum. A very late breakfast, it was. Brunch, LX calls it. Both of us were so famished that we gobbled up all the food; forgetting to camwhore the food. Hence, all you see here are the dirty dishes. Also, the hand of the auntie who deliberately collected them when I was so obviously taking pictures. Hmmph!

Drinks we had for dinner. Luscious Lips, for LX and Magnolia Ugly for moi. [Take a double at both of us and you'd notice how the drinks suited our respective appearances] They weren't so gastronomically-pleasing afterall. Expensive fruit juices, if you ask me. Hmmph!

The best part of the meal. Ze appetiser: Salmon with Honeydew Slices. Very ori punya recipe. It came with my set meal but LX stole had some of it. That boi has such luscious lips, resistance is futile, so cincai la let him eat a bit. *sinister laughter* The garnishings were mighty ugly though. Ugh. Hmmph!

Desserts galore! The Apple Cinnamon Brownie for me and LX had Cherry Crumble (far end). I initialy thought Cherry Crumble sounded "Eww!". And I am having too many pervy thoughts ignited by the very enunciation of the 'cherry' word, as many would attest to! As it turns out, the cherry thingy tasted better than my wrinkled apple. Need to 'pop another Cherry Ripe' right now. Hmmph!

Guess what we found in a bookstore in OMG-so-effing-boring Ipoh Parade? Yup, a translated Bahasa Melayu version of moviebook. Kenang-kenangan = Memoirs? Geddit? ROTFL... FYI, it's thicker than the original, in English.

Yes, Ipoh Parade is literally pronounced as Sad Excuse for a Shopping Mall. Likewise can be said for Kinta City, but it reminds me of a baby-wannabe of One Utama. For it has free parking, I proclaim it passable.

I am mean. But honey, Ipoh is seriously devoid of eye-candy for faggoty crowds. Sitting at Starbucks (yeah, they got one here!) trying to ogle at guys ah, you'd see more uncles and aunties strolling. I won't even wanna dwelve into how the young 'uns here dress. Hmmph!

But hmm, in retrospect, maybe I was just completely distracted by someone?