.i don't like klang.
and i don't this Klang likes me either.
Klang BakkutTeh was seemed like such a good idea. "seemed" being the operative word here. So anyway, BigBenBong so graciously decided to drive us girls there. Thank you, benB!
So, we left at 8 and got stuck at the damn Projet (you know, the one that's near Pyramid.. near my college).. and you know the shortcut that we masscommers normally take, the one with more holes that Swiss cheese. well, it was flooded. And when i say flooded, i mean FLOODed! What was formerly a small road became a whole f***ing RIVER!
A lovely icky gross muddy brown oozing river, complete with floating trash and the odd banana skin. *After all this is a Malaysian river we're talking about..
About two n half hours later, and a whole lot of phone-calling, wrong-turns, frustrated Billie's, hungry Sulin's and grumpy Karleng's.. we managed to find a BakkutTeh shop that was still open.
"Thank GOD!" cries Karleng.
"FoooooOOoooOOooddddDddd" mumbles benB (who i might add, is the driver of the night, so his mumbling was a bit worrying.. )
And so we eagerly step into the shop, just as the dude shouts out "SUDAH HABIS LOR!"
"..."
can't you just hear the damn *&&^)$)@#*@$%#'s coming out of our mouths..
A total of three hours on the road and still no food make Billie.Sulin.Karleng.Ben.Kaling a very grumpy bunch of people.
In the end, we had to settle for some random "bigfry" somewhere in some random place. Whatever... It didn't taste that good, but hunger makes stale bread and warm water taste like a big fat turkey ham n cheese sandwich and chilled Coke.