THE TYPHOON-SHELTER GARLIC SHRIMP
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY TYPHOON SHELTER?" I. CAN'T. STAND. THIS. ANYMORE! What the hell's going on? Is
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY TYPHOON SHELTER?" I. CAN'T. STAND. THIS. ANYMORE! What the hell's going on? Is
I'm not gonna lie. This ISN'T about the beaches. This ISN'T about the rain forests or the baby orangutans they wouldn't let me hold. This ISN'T about those corn-looking twin towers either, or getting up from the bottom and looking down from the top - big whoops. Let's also spare the traveller's enlightenment cuz there ain't any, and cut straight to the point. We came here to land from one plastic chair to another and feed ourselves to a mindless pulp. Don't get me wrong, Malaysia is a beautiful place and get extra points for having great food. Although this was what we were here for mostly, we still had to do things like upgrading your insurance and get the right vaccinations for our trip. It was so worth it though, even if we didn't spend all our time on the beach. Everyone's happier when they eat anyway! We came here to experience binge-fatigue and then push through it. We came here to stuff these mortal human-casings of ours to maximum capacity until we were absolutely sure that they were going to burst and THEN SOME. This is a senseless, stone-cold-killer guide to how
(简体)(繁體) Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a young girl. Everyday after school, she took the same road home, wearing her same brown shoes, humming the same little song. One afternoon just like the day before, she passed by the usual food stall on the way, but felt unusually hungry. She realized that she forgot to eat lunch because she was probably too busy chasing boys during lunch break. Remembering what her mother had always warned her about the forbidden street snack, she reached for the changes in her pocket and hesitated. An old, wrinkly lady behind a huge wok of boiling grease smiled at her and said, "Hi there, little one. Would you like to have some Salty-crispy chicken? Oh they are awfully delicious." The little girl pondered about all those stories her mother had told her. Stories about little children who disobeyed their parents' warning and ate the forbidden street snacks. Stories about the horrible things that happened to them afterwards