There’s this girl from school that likes Max. He’s chatting online with her right now in the other room; I can hear their little voices as they talk about whatever kids talk about. They’re only 10 years old. It feels… strange. Very cute but kinda funny?
All I can think of is:
This is my Kujira’s VIN. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Well, actually, there are probably a thousand or so left in the world. This one’s still mine, tho.
The storm dragon chased us all the way over the bridge.
This is probably the best Matsushita knockoff name, ever (combined with a retailer’s misspelling) – and that’s saying a lot since Matsushita and National brands were folded into Panasonic years ago. These trusted brand names live on in developing countries, even if new product lines do not.
I’ve seen quite a few Matsushita, National, and Panasonic knockoff names (and that’s just a few from this electronics group), but the most often honored here and elsewhere is probably Mitsubishi, including the following permutations:
Mitsubashi: “Three bridges”
Mizubashi: “Water bridge”
Matsuboshi: “Pine hat”
“Mitsubishi” literally means “three water chestnuts,” but “-hishi” is what we call a diamond mark so it’s just descriptive of the logo.
Google review of Panom Rung Restaurant by Justin Yoshida
Staring locals. Scary truckers in the dark, broken parking lot… Raw chili and garlic in a dirty center bowl. Unapologetically fatty pork. Best of all, it’s sandwiched between a second rank gas station restroom and minimart. Need I say more?
It’s an epic hole in the wall.
The Thai variant of char siu is often too lean and served with overly sweet sauce… This place does it well, though.
Prepping lunch for 20 tomorrow.
So we saw this driving down the street last week. It’s the end of term here, and this may be the new equivalent of signing yearbooks here.
The shop house row that leads to the back of our housing estate.
One of Maha Sarakham’s first really cool outdoor pubs. Lots of memories here… It was the first place to offer deep fried larb balls. It was also where T and J hid from the cops upstairs (I didn’t even know it had an upstairs!). One day last week we drove by, and it was just gone.