Ipoh Mari.

Ipoh trip was fun,
Ipoh trip was fun,
Ipoh trip was fun fun fun.


Food to squash into your canal,
which satisfaction makes your toes curl.
Truely, everything we ate was quite nice,
but not the meatball soup from the nga choi gai. :/
(Doesn't taste like meatball, sigh.)


Pillows and blankets under the cozy roof,
first grade hospitality with everything cool.
With fresh air and the hills to greet you any (day)time,
makes you relax and gay, flying upto cloud nine.


Old buildings with the familiar greet,
resembles anything besides the Capital's speed.
Even the well known culture of the Hooks,
spreads the dark corner with it's roots.
(Wooo woooooo!)


Pasar malam trips and gai's for dinner till late nite,
plus the frequent ronda's that made Ipoh look much tinier,
all and all this makes me feel so good,
strodding and ronda's in the middle of the land whenever we could.


Not to forget about each's existance,
of the chirps and vulgar Knn phrases.
Lights up the trip like a burning forest,
with echoes of thousand-mile-laughters.


A big thank you to everyone who made it through the choir,
and also Kevin who offers nearly everything!
This is not only a meaningful trip to everyone who sang and contributed,
also...gah, I guess everyone understands it deep inside. :)

low-wong, where ngah choi gai is served.

picture credits to hot-screenscaver.com

No pics with me cause I don't snap without a camera., hmmm. Bare with it then.