just minishorts.

I promised photos. Now you promise me you must visit Kuantan.

(I suck at writing travel ads so forgive me for the lack of creativity).

Go to Kuantan because got nice things everywhere.

In the town, they have a nice big mosque.

Near the town they have beautiful beaches.

They also have very nice hotels, like the one I stayed at.

The Swiss Garden Resort along Balok Beach also has a very nice pool.

Kuantan has great coffee.

Order the ChocoFreeze. It's the Kuantan-ized version of Mocha Freeze, made with 100% pure Kemaman Kopi.

They also have great food (but how come I only get to see these kind of tai-chow styled cooking at night ah?).

Finally, the trip back was great because got nice cars to see.

Like, very, very nice. Almost wanted to hijack the entire fleet. Foooh!

I got home a few hours ago but this stupid incident is still poking around my mind.

Forgive the English go no style no grammar rules one because I got a lot of bull to shit today.

Just now at 10.30 Eric and I were coming back from the 40-Days of Purpose cell meet, and we were talking about pool and mamak and all that.

After the Bulatan Othman we turned into the three-laned NPE Highway (Old Klang Road lah), and got stuck in a stupid jam for like 15 minutes.

Then go further up only realize, achelly got road-block in front.

OK never mind. Eric said, 'Stupid do lah two lane road block why must make single lane at 10.30 somemore.'

So me being the goody goody girlfriend said, 'Never mind lah can talk. Cool down. Not like we're rushing anyway.'

So we jalan-ed. The car moved slowly. Slowly, slowly, dah pun sampai tu Berhenti Untuk Pemeriksaan Polis sign.

Biasalah, I expect the police to shine shine the torchlight and let us go past.

Then the big fat moustache-d Tuan go and ask Eric to wind down his window.

OK wind down window. Tiu he go and ASK ME FOR MY IC. Not Eric you know, ask ME! ME! I'm fucking innocent OK.

For a minute I thought someone go and ask some police to arrest me for the Bedtime Stories and the bad bad things I write about parents and children. And religion. And sex. And everything else. Oh.

And for calling myself minishorts.

WTF.

Eric go whisper in my ear as I searchd for my IC, 'Eh I think he think you're too young to go out so late.'

So the Tuan go see my IC. Then say, 'OK boleh pigi.'

Then Eric go and kaypoh and ask, 'Eh check apa?'

'Oh check untuk RRC.'
'RRC? Apa tu RRC?'
'Rakyat Republik China.'

WTF? WTF?

Do I look like a Tai Lok Mui to you?

WAILS.

I am 100% Malaysian ok. 100%.

The worst thing is stupid Eric and Nick keep on laughing about the whole incident. Then Kenny also go laugh at me. Not funny ok.