So, I am back from my trip to Malaysia - four gruelling days of both torture and happiness. Why torture? Let's just say it's like a boot camp for all wannabe shoppers who want to keep up with girls. We walked till I could feel the lactic acid dissolving my feet, and I started to view the "chair" as a symbol of evil, because once you sit on it, you will never want to stand up and continue walking again. As a result, I kept walking around without sitting and it was really more effective.
Why happiness? Well you get to buy stuff, why not feel happy about it? Not that I bought alot, and the funny thing is that I bought everything on the first day, the rest of the days were spent on mindless walking to accompany the women. When women go shopping, their legs become turbo-charged and their eyes go from 500 degrees to 0 degrees, so that they can spot every single sale or discount that there is and use their legs to rush there - always remember that.
So instead of talking about it day-to-day, I shall talk about some aspects that were extraordinary about my trip:
1) Snoring
Ok so this is killer #1. The first few nights it was not all that bad, but the last night was a killer. We all shared one room (me, my father and mother, my sister and my auntie), so that's 5 of us squeezing into one teeny-weeny room (I've seen worse. A malay family was squeezing about 7-8 people into one room. I simply cannot imagine...), resulting in some of us sleeping on the floor. But I digress. My father and auntie were like singing a duet - a very audible duet at that. Sometimes they sang together, sometimes they took turns. And they took turns with accuracy. One begins the moment the other stops. It was so bad that I gave up on sleeping and proceeded to watch TV until I feel asleep about 3 hours later (watching Star Wars LOL). Was it so bad? Let's just say that each one of them is comparable to that of Symphony BR, the keyword here being EACH. Yea, that should give you a rough estimate of the horror of it.
2) The bus
Ok this one is humourous. The taxis in Malaysia can refuse to give you a ride, citing reasons like "jam" or something like that. So we were caught in a situation like that, and had to take the bus. We were squeezing in together with all the locals - malays and indians. Everything was proceeding as normal, until the bus driver decided to say something in malay, the only recognisable word being "immigration". Now we were unsure about where we were heading - after all this is a foreign bus, and this just served to make us even more scared. Now the funny part comes. Some people on the bus responded, "Tak-ada!" The bus driver could not hear it properly, so he asked them to answer again. "Tak-ada!" Then the bus driver heard the reply and went "kkk." Now, WTF! Being used to the Singaporean mode of transport, where NO communication is made at all - unless its some person coming on to ask for directions - I am of course shocked at this. I mean, a bus is a bus. It's job is to bring you along a set route, not like choose between different places or something. Imagine this:
Bus driver: "So do you want to go to Pasir Ris or Jurong?"
People - majority: "Pasir Ris!"
People - minority: "Jurong!"
Bus driver: "Ok the majority voted for Pasir Ris, so we are going there. No complaints."
People - minority: "..."
What is the world coming to?
3) The road trip
The road trip TO Malaysia was okay, but the road trip BACK was a killer for my ass. Put shenzhang, kancho, and all ass-abusing activities together, and you get the feeling I was getting back then. We were stuck in this multiple pile-up jam, which was caused by a combination of heavy rain and speeding. The jam stretched for freaking miles and a marathon runner could probably get past that stretch faster than a car. Stuck in there for 2 hours, moving a grand distance of about 1 km, of course my ass was going to feel the strain. And with my auntie being a little oversized, yea. I think you get the point. My ass was flattened and drained of blood. The feeling lasted until the next morning, where it suddenly disappeared. Ah, the wonders of sleeping. Maybe Gene was right after all. But I'm still not going to follow it :D
My hands are trembling now, probably to go along this route:
C:/Anime/Bleach/Bleach_-_ 127.rmvb
Yea Bleach withdrawal symptoms are back. Must go watch it now bye.
ivan fed the world.