Came from the term fried someone's ass, which means to give the person a good lecture or a dressing down. But i really had my ass fried on my holiday, and it was the pan fried style.
DAY 2
breakfast and papers as usual. went to Stitawan in the late am to 1) buy the well known Hock Chiew Kwong Peng, or known as Hockchiewnese roasted biscuit. The hundreds years old pastry are prepared daily, fresh from the traditional mud urn, where charcoal and woods are burned, and have the made pastries pasted on the side of the urn. (Think of the urns the Indians used to made their tandoori and naan bread.) 2) to renew dad's driver's license. Exposed under the hot sun in the open ground, i am tanned on my face, arms and legs. But now after looking at the colour of the skin, it's more like being roasted, than tanned. And oh yeah, we exposed our bike under the hot sun due to the lack of proper parking spaces. There's when and where i get my ass pan fried. It was so damn hot that the moment you sit on it, you will jump out of ya seat. I wonder: to those poor bikers out there, mabey their ass has been cooked after tonnes of frying session?
After renewing the license, went straight to Lumut to buy seafood products, and there's where i 1) finally saw a Caucasian 1st time in Perak. 2) found that lookings things in the day time is much more clearer, and exposes the truth. What do i mean here was the pier to Pangkok Island has gone under a major renovation, where it just looks like One Fullertion/Merlion Park. Disappointing, and disappointing in the sense that it just looks too modernised, does not even preserve a single kampong look. That's where we bought our satay fish, dried squid and saled fish, and i just realised that the former stalls selling such products have been shifted to the shops, and all the stalls facing the sea has now become the new pier.
And here comes the highlight of the trip: Ipoh. It took us an hour to drive there, and it seems that the weather is turning against us. After fetching our cousin from the bus terminal, it starts to drizzle, and then, it pours. Thnaks to the pouring, there goes the street scene of the old shop houses, train station, schools, old cinemas and shopping centres. It took us a while to get us to Ipoh Parade, the biggest shopping centre in Ipoh. And the 1st thing i get off from the car was to look for Starbucks or Coffee Bean, cos i do not have to pay that much for a cup of hot/iced Java with chocolate and cream. Sad to say, it has some of the shops i want, but no Auntie Anne's, no Stars or Beans, not even Anderson's. Went to Quiksilver shop and found that the design carried was kinda old, so skip to Nike shop, so as to look for the ID Baller wristband. And the results? a disappointment: no. out of stock. = (
In the end, shop for some Gatsby hair products, a Billabong tees and Stussy bermudas. And when looking at the checklist, i found out that though there are several CD's shops in the shoppe, the do not have Duran Duran's Astronaut. = ( again. So, a dinner follows and return back home.
Somehow, it seems that everybody is in the craze of getting Baller ID bands, my friends wore it, Larence wants it, and i want it too. On fri, b.i.r.d shop at Shaw house called me and told me that the stock is here. I want to go but mum do not allow me to go out, so the band just say bye bye to me. Nevermind, i bought myself finger sleeves instead.
Sleeves is the next big thing after the band. Wow Nike, can u tell me what is the next craze?