I never like my own #selfie , and hardly ever post it. But this is for my wife @dani_damayanti to remind her that: I'm with you, each and every day, every step of the way. No matter what. . So be strong, be brave, and be happy. .
Take your breath and step one at a time. . I'm with you 'till the end of the line.
An abandoned house..
Anthony Bourdain once said: "Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt." Well, in my case, those marks are in the form of fat. A lot of it. #WHPtravelogue #foodie #travel
Penang Air Itam Laksa . Air Itam is a small town in Penang, Malaysia. Air Itam has always been famous for Laksa, located right at the junction of the Kek Lok Si Temple. It used to be an old hawker stall. The stall is located at the junction of Jalan Pasar and Jalan Paya Terubong. It is established since 1955 by Lee Lay Hua. Now, the stall is in the transition from her son, Ang Kak Seong to the next generation. . Penang Assam Laksa or better known as Penang Laksa, is originated from the emergence of Chinese and Malay elements (Baba and Nyonya). The specialty of Penang Laksa is its thick and sour minced fish soup with a little spiciness. That is because the soup is cooked with chili paste and assam (tamarind) water to prevent the fishy smell. The soup is served with rice noodles and vegetables, and shrimp paste. The shrimp paste adds sweetness to the soup, which distinguish Penang Laksa from other types of Laksa in Malaysia. #whptravelogue #travel #traveling
#whpbettertogether what could be better together than a pair of chopstick? And uh maybe Penang Road Assam Laksa and Teochew Chendul, they are awesome. #foodie
Nasi Kandar . . . . . . . . . . This is the reason why i'm fat..
Noodle is my comfort food..
. Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning. -Pablo Neruda-