stuffed, marinated, and cooked

the greying worn out tar, the cramped rows of shophouses that was around for almost a century and the relaxed pace of an old sleepy town still draws me back to this place.

let me see, the last time i came here was about 2000. thats like a good 8 yrs ago and i'm glad the place still looks the same except for new shopping centers in town. but i have to say, the light rain that night did not keep many people indoors ignoring the bazaar happening every saturday night. this, i only learned while i was on the coach with a bunch of my friends from the office.

the feeling was somehow very festive and the vendors there were alot kinder than the ones you get here back home. yes, did i say that they were kinder? i think coming from a city like singapore has taken its toll on simple courtesy on it's people. one good example: a small girl was crying in the middle of the bazaar. (lost her mommy and mommy too engrossed shopping and bargaining and shopping) local auntie made small talk to the small girl asking how does mommy or daddy looks like. the small girl kept on crying like a spoilt singapore brat! then suddenly, a loud voice thundered through shouting "where did you go girl?????" "why you talk to this old ladyyy????" oh my god, i thought. the old lady was just trying to comfort your little girl cause you were too caught up with shopping you fucking bitch!!!!!! but ofcourse, i didn't say that. well, thats that!

lottsa stuff to look at and eat. gosh, did i say eat? i never at that much before in my life and plus i remembered, i have not hit the gym for about a week! but then again, you're with a company of friends and having a holiday gettaway, why not!!!!! we ended the night with a massage treatment which was so heaven. ofcourse, the girls didn't like it cause it was painful....

well, i got back to the office and there i sat thinking what a great weekend i had. but the downside of it was the customs at the border. some things never change. tsk tsk tsk.