The City that Never Switches Off the Lights

Why don't they ever switch off the lights? Cannot sleep la wei...

It feels good to have settled most of the things that needed to be done upon landing in Malaysia. For once, we could sit in the hotel room and watch tv revise podiatry notes in anticipation of work.

Went to the cinema yesterday, and it was cool to only spend RM8 on a movie ticket. It's around 6 pounds for a movie ticket in the UK = RM 42 = 5 movie tickets in Malaysia. However, this RM 8 thingy was only because it was ladies day (???) and it is a means for cheap guys to bring a girl out on a cheap date. I was mentally summing up the number of movies I have watched in the UK and the number is pretty high... I would have been able to watch a movie a day for 2 years in Malaysia! And then my eyes would be so messed up and my vision distorted that I would need geek glasses and will never find a husband.

Sounds like an option huh? :)



Hanging up the hard hat at the end of a hard day's work.

Anyways, just for the totally bored and ignorant, here is a picture of Kuala Lumpur as we see it from where we are, well almost.. stupid apartment in front is blocking our view (Pieter if it's yours, you're dead meat). I borrowed them off my brother's blog eventhough I had taken some of the photos but I am too busy saving lives to load them into the computer. Besides, I can't find the USB cable.

I like my room.

Ice Cold

I had cendol ice cream yesterday, and durian, and chocolate and green tea.. heheh...

Maybe I'm overdoing it but I don't care.

I received a reply to an email yesterday. It was not very pleasant, and I felt horrible. I don't know how people turn down other people with such cold heartedness. I don't think I could. But then, the inability to reject would leave me in a very vunerable position. I have to learn somewhere!

I know I will definately try to explain my point of view, because if there is anything I dislike, it would be to be misunderstood. I refuse to be blamed for the turn of events, for the inconvinience that has arisen or the opportunities lost.

My decisions are made rationally, taking into account all possible outcomes, of which I select the most viable. My life is my own to live, not the NHS.

Watch out for the little girls

My sister has potential to be a stalker. I mean, seriously.

Abe was around for 3 days, and we saw him on 2 days. The last day we went to Ipoh on a field trip, so he missed us. The cute japanese people have all checked out now (they queued up so nicely!), the sniffer dogs are gone, so is the lovely, soft, bouncy red carpet on which we rest our well-heeled soles.

We saw him last night, on our back from junk food shopping... He was on the way out and we were just in front of him. He saw us again and waved. We waved back and said 'hi' and lo behold, the japanese people's elected responded likewise! It felt cool to be acknowledged! He didn't wave to anyone else, neither did he greet them! :) His wife was real cool too and greeted us. Heck, they even ignored the girl with a huge bunch of flowers waiting for them! Haha!

I bet everyone else feels forsaken now. Don't worry, I still love you.

Abe is here

It has been pretty uneventful so far, if you take out the hair-tearing hours of searching for houses and schools...

However, today we woke to see a red carpet greeting us out of the lift. Thinking that they have finally come to their senses and found out that I am some super hot megastar currently in hiding from the press and they have decided to make my heels easier to walk in... I strut out.

Then I see all these cute japanese guys wondering about. Hey! It's my lucky day.. :)

The cute japanese people were all bowing and handing out name cards. I wish I had a name card to hand out.

Then some guy with a big laminated name tag came and asked us to get off the red carpet. How rude! We got off as it didn't lead to the breakfast cafe anyway.

We found out that the Japanese Prime Minister was staying at our hotel. So being the annoying tourist that we are. We decided to take his photos. We took a lot of random shoots while waiting. I think we also saw his wives wife as there was a flutter of women also needing police escort to go shopping. I don't see why they can't take the complimentary hotel shuttle bus like the rest of us. Or walk.

It's cool being the PM huh? You get a whole cohort of men in black suits following you. Even the bellboy gets jumpy! The car stops and you see all these MPVs behind with their doors already open and the men in black jumping out like an action movie. We only recognised him as 'the one without the laminated nametag'.

The mafia is coming to town!

Land of Egg Tarts

I got it. Yup, I got the job. It's pretty cool huh?

I can now feel sorry for my waistline, and be a huge ass size XXXL in Hong Kong.

Do I look as if i care?

PS: I get housing benefit, monthly allowance on top of other perks such as maternity leave. How cool is that yeah?

Waiting in Vain

You know that feeling, the kind with butterflies that flutter in the bottom of your stomach, threatening to cause you to jump up and down and run around in circles in anxiety?

Yea, that kind.

It's not a nice feeling. I am waiting for this email from this employer, and they promise to contact me and tell me how my interview is going to be conducted yadda yadda.

AND I HEAR NOTHING.

It is very fustrating. Maybe, the evil internet monster with 3 eyes and green ears has devoured the email. Or the kepo old auntie who thinks you are Singapore's answer to low birthrate has secretly hacked into the email account to delete the email that promises a job in some far flung hospital far away from Singapore.

I just hope that they remember to tell me before the interview time.

Oh, by the way, my holiday snapshots are assessable on Osbert's blog. The one that's labelled Fat Eagle.

Wish me luck now.

Visit Malaysia 2007

I don't feel as if I am doing the Visit Malaysia 2007 campaign justice.

So far, I have been back here just over 68 hours, and I have yet to make a dent in the bank account. Of course, being the smart alec that I am, I will tell you that my bank account is a UK bank account and I don't have a Malaysian bank account to start denting to begin with.

We managed to eat a first meal of franchised Malaysian food. My dad's idea of a first meal was the tried and tested universal food chain - McDonalds... just in case we got food poisoning. He was well and truly vetoed.

Day Three brought me to KLCC. And I have to say, I was unimpressed with all the brands putting Paris on their shop door when they are obviously Italian. Gah! Stupid customers!

The shopping mall was too warm, and I almost fainted. It's not funny. I really did fall ill 48 hours upon stepping on Malaysian soil. And I very conviniently had no mobile phone, or any contact numbers to which I could call my parents or siblings or friends. I also didn't have any one with me... neither was I carrying any Malaysian money.

To cut a long story short, I lived to tell the tale.

I have learnt my lesson. I now carry some money and a piece of paper with the phone numbers of my family members. I still go without a mobile phone. Osbert told me I didn't need it. So what if the employers in UK and HK are looking for me? So what if my parents can't contact me? So what if i get lost (yea right, as if that is going to happen)?

I can always use the 30 cents I have in my purse to make the phone call at any public phone booth.

Or bat my eyes and look sorry for myself, and continue hunting in peace.

Bonjour Aberdeen

We are finally on our way back to Malaysia. It has been 1606 days 19 hours 44 minutes & 58 seconds since we touched down in Aberdeen. Somehow, the idea of going back home seems pretty sureal, and I still can't get my head round it. Maybe when the humid heat hits me....

Or when I start unpacking the 381 items in the 62 cubic metre container.

When we were queuing for the plane to Schipol, we found my sixth form head in front of us. He recognised my dad, before recognising me. The last time I saw him and his wife was two years ago. I was planning to surprise them at KTJ this sunday, it seems they beat me to it.

I love Aberdeen. I have never been able to find any great fault with the place, the people and the environment that we were blessed to be put in. We had a huge ass cake after Mass yesterday, and it was great to see all the people we have grown used to seeing come up, and telling us to come back. I love Glasgow too, eventhough my friends there think I am permanently unavailable! :)

I don't know what awaits me in Malaysia. Somehow, haze, pollution, mosquitoes and heat doesn't seem to appealing. Shopping in the MegaSales does!! Spending the day in Amsterdam today proved if anything, that I am not able to stand heat. It was 25 degrees celcius... something I have not experienced in a long time.

God please help us.

All that is Left...

All that is left, cannot be right. *Left, right geddit?* Haha

The packers are on the last leg, it is now the very last day we will be in this house we called home.

It is pretty cool to see the walls and the floor again.

Back to cleaning, BIG time.