Options

I bought these chicken flavored instant noodles at the small asian goods store in the mall. When I payed for them I thought they were going to just be the noodles and the flavor packet. You know, just your typical Ramen. But nay. This pack came fully loaded. Bells and whistles. You got your noodles. Check. You got your flavor pack. Check. Whoa, whats that? Yep. That's the red chili pouch for when you want things to get a little interesting.

So I sat there and looked at all the options I had just uncovered. Well not too many actually, but more than I was used to when it comes to Ramen noodles. I then start to crush the pack of noodles. I don't really care for the long noodles dangling from my fork. Crushing them is the best solution. I make my way to the kitchen and pour them out into the bowl. Suprise.... Flavored oil (unfortunately not pictured). That's right! One final option pops out of the bag. These YumYum noodles are the Thai equivalent of Cracker jacks. And after finishing the meal I have to say they were the best instant noodles I have tasted.

A+

PARTY time

pizza pizza pizza. man I miss pizza. I could totally go for a thick supreme right now.

fireworks

Bread

So I have been eating so much bread over the course of my satay here. It has become my staple food. Not a bad thing by any means. I just find it interesting to eat so much bread. Thought I'd be eating more pasta. Nope, more bread. Little baguette thingies. Pastries in the morning. Cheap wheat loaf bread. Pigeon food. The list goes on...

Ive also begun scouring the city for the cities best bread in various categories keep tallied in my head. The categories range from the best damn tasting bread to the cheapest. I'm hoping to find a happy medium be tween the two in order to declare my bread of choice. Winner will be posted later.

some new vids from GER.

living on the trail

footballers showing off at the mall

I guess it was early in the morning but... no wait it was practically noon and the mall seemed a bit busy. I was there for the supermarket. I had to pick up some sour cream (for the baked potatoes i have yet to actually make), a tomato and some cheese. These soccer players were all over the place. I wonder if they actually mean anything to anybody. I suppose they do... there is a fellow American in a few of my language classes who has taken to wearing the Jena soccer club jersey every game day. Probably just has to support his team. I can't blame him though. I myself have a German soccer jersey back in America waiting til the 2010 world cup. Its probably going to stay there until then.