Penang, land of bliss

No, Jeff. I don't mean turkey, or "western food," as they call it here. I mean Chinese food, and Indian food. And they're both in Penang. So while you were wolfing down your turd-ducken or whatever, I was eating the following...

This is Laksa. Egg, fish, onion, pineapple, MINT, for God's sake.

Curry soup. Straight up. Fish balls, potato, simple and good.

Blam! Fried onion crisp and Samosa, sucka!

I'll include some writing for this one, because I know you would have liked it. Nay, loved it. It's called an Ais Kacang. Start with ice and syrup, add sweet milk, top it off with coconut shavings, ice cream. Then, pick your own jellied fruits. Weep now.

Rami asked for a drink, then pointed to a coconut. That's what happens in Malaysia.

In Penang, we toured the island on motorbikes, which is like your bicycle, only not sucky. And faster. We went to a spice garden, butterfly garden, AND snake temple. That's right, snakes.

Oh, and when I was wandering around, I found a cat cuter than yours...

I'd eat Bijou for breakfast.

 Yes, being in Penang got me thinking. If someone were keeping score of this blog, who would be winning?


Then, I wondered if it would be possible to find a pictoral representation of our blogular tug of war.


Then, I found what I was looking for...

Guess which one you are...

I thought to end the blog here. With you weeping into your patient wife's arms. Then I remembered, there was a toy museum!!! And guess what kind of toys I found.

That's right, bitch.

I believe you know this scene, but just in case...