Penang is S-M-A-L-L

It's official. Penang is a tiny, tiny island. In two days, with absolutely no effort taken on my part, I've bumped into two ex-boyfriends and one ex-crush. It's a sad, sad world when that happens. Some call it being home, I call it ridiculous.

So here I am, back home in Penang, where they've gentrified Swatow Lane, raise the prices of hawker food, gawked at many confused 15-year-olds trying to pull off the Harajuku look while I'm left constantly wondering why anybody would wear tights in 90F weather. It's become pretty depressing when there are four main activities for an entire island of people -- walking aimlessly at Gurney Plaza, gambling at Bed (if you ask me, if there are beds, you can't call it Bed), clubbing at Momo's and eating at strangely named places (Audee's?). Here's my deal, it's difficult enough convincing me to go clubbing in Penang in a club called Momo's. There's no way in hell I'm getting all dressed up in the middle of the week to go clubbing in a club called Momo's. Ish.

What's worse, I can't watch my Grey's Anatomy online! It's only available to people in the US, damn it. So I've resorted to downloading the torrent, which, in Malaysia terms = slow ass connection.

I have waaay too much time on my hands. Look, I even have time to take a photo of myself being bored. Last time that's happened was...at least 2 years ago! Hah.