Crack
I have this sudden craving for fried grasshoppers. Yes. I want to eat them. I want to hear them crunch softly between my ugly teeth. I want to dip them in a nice bowl Thai chili sauce. You know those chili sauce? The ones that have a picture of a woman or an apsara-like figures dancing on its cover. Yes, those ones. Good diarrhea material too!
I’ve been running all over the place doing work, some of which aren’t mine. Then, I had to write all kinds of boring stuffs about landscapes, maps, strange people and things like that. Also, I got the chance to ask villagers a lot of stupid questions about their life and how their ancestors hunted the dinosaurs of Borneo to extinction, and traded all their dinosaur carcasses to capitalists from outer space. Bastards. Those outer space capitalists, I mean.
So, yeah, I’ve been going on full throttle on the working front. And bloody hell…what is it now? February? What was the name of that month between December and February? I didn’t get to see that. Like how I didn’t get to see if the chicken they serve us at KFC was actually killed in a gas chamber or slaughtered with a plastic fork. That would have been malicious, eh…
I still want to eat those fried grasshoppers.
tuak boy: Mana lu lama tidak nampak mengebir di lubok bir?
nice pics dowh!!!
Pat: Yeah, been busy pretending doing some work. “Want normal things?” I thought grasshoppers were normal? :)
Ahhhhh, so there you are! Missing for a bit – but you were ‘in action’, eh?
Anyways, glad you’re ok and working.
Found those grasshoppers yet? Why can’t you want normal things like a charsiew pau or friend cempedak??!