Ipoh Mali Mia Olang

If you've ever heard me speak of Ipoh, you'll have had known that I don't think much of the town. Or its drivers. If you can even call them that based on the way they drive. If you can call what they do driving in the first place, of course.

*snorts*

But... as fate would have it, I have a surprisingly healthy number of good friends who all hail from that little phi sai of a town, snuggled comfortably between Kuala Lumpur and Penang along the North-South Highway. So, needless to say, conversation can sometimes get very "exciting" between us.

Haha. Trust an Ipoh boy to waste precious food by throwing it at an enemy just to prove a point. Tsk tsk. Throw?? EAT LAH, WTH!? Haiyo... A Penangite would never commit such a heinous crime. Ipoh people should learn a bit. =p