Dinner at Samar was interesting. Imagine a light deficient restaurant tucked away in the far end corner of a dimly lit street. Sleazy? No. Cosy? Yes. As you venture pass it, you could catch whiffs of "kemenyan" smell stinging your nostrils and hints of arabic songs playing through the still night air. Inside it, you are choked. I cannot even read the menu properly because of the bad lighting. Strange looking food names filled the pages but the good thing is, the dishes on the menu comes with detailed descriptions. I settled for global food. Not much of an adventure eater eh? Heh. Well, for those of you who want to try shisha (however u spell it), you may do so here. Personally, I think I want to get one for myself. Not to smoke but as a decorative artefact. It is so gorgeous. Haha. Well, I enjoyed myself.

Dinner done. Time for teh tarik at the sarabat stall next door. I never thought teh tarik could be so sedating and therepeautic. I am addicted.

Dinner done. Teh tarik done. "Lepak"ing done. Reached home at almost 1am.