i had another interesting cab driver yesterday on the way to camp, but there was nothing wrong with this guy. he was just really friendly and a good conversationalist.

he did so many things in his life; he was a banker, a financial something-something, opened his very own cafe in town and is now passing life leisurely as a taxi driver.

as a cafe owner, he met many many different people, both expatriates and locals. it was highly amusing and damn interesting to hear about all the funky stories he had to share.

here is one of them:

ong (taxi driver): in my cafe, i had these chocolate muffins for sale. i didnt bake them but i had them ordered from some shop. the muffin was really dark brown, almost black because it was made from pure dark chocolate.

(wipe away that drool you disgusting neanderthal you! where was i... oh yea...)

ong: there was this group of ladies who regularly had those muffins and kept insisting me on giving them the recipe. i usually ignored them, pretending i didnt hear what they sadi till one day they gave me an ultimatum. 'either you give us the recipe or tomorrow will be our last time here'. so i agreed and told them that i'd give it to them tomorrow. i went back home and asked my missus for a chocolate muffin recipe. the next day, i passed this recipe to the girls.

one of the girls (who shall be named gertrude because its my story! so bugger off!): but this is the recipe for normal chocolate muffin.

ong: yes it is. to get the dark coloured muffin you enjoy, just mix up the batter as instructed, leave it in the oven and forget about the whole thing.


i laughed my ass off.