Ideal for the average stuck-in-foreign-country Asian student, who’s either looking for a 5-minutes lunch that doesn’t even need heating up, or too stingy to buy effing-expensive instant noodles!br />
1 bowl massaman curry left some time in fridgePreparation:
(dhal or any thick sauce frozen until jelly-like works as well)
2-4 slice sandwhich slices (white or wholemeal)
Not for the weak-stomached though.
It’s hard tuning my old 'ADSL Junkie’ habits while adapting to life down here. Going back on dialup is like trying out a surfboard in the community’s kiddie pool. I’m already itching for more Trinity Blood, Speed Grapher, Naruto (Before anyone starts ranting about how bad the anime currently is, yes yes, I’ve heard it a thousand and one times, but shrug it’s a bit of a waste not to catch up after watching 100+ episodes, no?) and Bleach (ditto), but Bittorrent on dialup? Forget it.
I’m still looking for some alternatives for me to keep updated with Podcasts. Using my own account – Bad idea, unless I want to exhaust my quota just over a week of Adam Curry. Bringing my laptop over to Xan’s place is no longer viable – the unquota-ed proxy he found got busted. Found nifty little Podcatcher-on-a-Stick, but it doesn’t work in-campus unless they add a HTTP Proxy option anytime soon.
And I don’t want to download any software and install it on the library computer I’m on now… god knows what other 'thou shalt not download any content unrelated to thy course’ rules have I broken by now.
In other news, apparently most of my University study plans are pretty fubar-ed. I cannot choose a major, as most of the subjects taken in Tolong aren’t specifically credited, and if I still insist, would have to take a handful of extra subjects. Another AUD$1xxxx? No thanks, but I’m broke. I’ll still have to see Janet, my advisor, on Thursday, and Paul, who (no offense) didn’t seem to offer any help during consultation, on Friday.
Oo-er. Starting to feel a bit chilly as the couple on the computers to my right start to warm up.
Sorry for posting late, if you’ve known me long enough you wouldn’t be too unfamiliar with my habit of delaying things until the absolute necessary. =P It’s not as if I could help it though, I don’t get internet access at home yet (read Internet), and it’s an awful long walk from my cousin’s to university. Anyway, back to topic:
Food: You do not know how torturing it is when you’re especially fast with math… all the while just walking down a supermarket aisle, or browsing food stalls, or just looking at anything that has a $ sign on it. A Hungry Jacks (aka Burger King, only with a different name. Apparently the name Burger King was taken) meal costs $15 (ringgit), a Subways sandwhich around $20, a 325ml Coke costs $2, a pack (no, not the buy 5 free 1 pack you see in Giant, the 80grams packet) of instant noodles costs $1, and an egg, the most basic of all protein sources… 60sen! Look, I’m no miser, but I’m missing my $3.50 Burger Double Daging Special, $2.50 Nasi Lemak, $0.99 Coke, and $0.50 Roti Canai already. =P
Internet: I’m limited to a quota of only 150mb a month, where I have to purchase more bandwidth if I still want to surf. If I were using Streamyx I’d have used up the same pathetic amount in an hour. Worse, I can’t check POP3 mail, I obviously can’t afford to use P2P, I think I’m not allowed to use IRC, and I have to manually configure proxies for each and every darn program I’ll need. The semi-good part? I can use the same account in campus with wifi, at home with dialup or at the school with their computers. Convenient? Think again. They’ll be all using the same quota. The only good part? It’s free. =P However, I haven’t acquired my home telephone line yet, so no internet access unless I walk 1km++ to university. Which sucks.
Weather: oh man it’s cold! It’s usually around 25 degrees and fairly cool in the day, but goes as low as 5 degrees at night. It’s a good thing they usually have water heating built-in, but I wonder if anyone ever gets frostbite from the tap water just doing dishes after dinner. It helps to throw on an extra shirt or jacket… which reminds me, I wished I’ve just ignored that darn luggage weight limit and brought more clothes. Looking at a half-empty wardobe sucks.
Toilets! No, they’re usually exceptionally clean, I’m not enough of a obsessive-compulsive to moan about hygiene. If you are though, you should skip this paragraph. You’ve been warned. =P Anyway I found myself thinking: when Aussies go about doing their big business on the throne… are they actually content with only using toilet paper to… er, unstick, unmoisturise and polish themselves afterwards? Wouldn’t it be more convenient to have an extra water faucet? I mean, surely dealing with leftovers au naturelle (sp?) by the power of hydraulics would be wayyyyy more efficient than the law of geseran. Just Imagine! What if some, er, particles were too… attached to the… walls that mere paper would not suffice, and while walking out when you think you’re done the… cheeks would be rubbing any said particles against each other…
(cough) Sorry. I’m always been told I have too vivid an imagination. Now where was I?
Ah right. And the life. Fellow Kuala Lumpur-ians are probably all too familiar with 1am mamak sessions, but it almost seems like there’s no such thing as night life here. Shops close really early. Not a soul in sight on the streets. Right here in the suburb it’s so quiet at night the only sound I ever hear is silence echoing in my ears. The fact that my cousin and fiance do not watch TV or listen to radio / music makes it worse… It’s so quiet I swear I would go mad if I don’t put on some earphones, turn on Winamp, turn up the volume and blast myself silly with techno mp3’s.
And it’s just too hard to turn in at 12pm when your subconciousness keeps trying to convince your body
By the time I do wake up it would be 11am. Sigh, looks like it’ll still be a long long time before I’ll get used to things.
Survived my 5th day in the Outback! ... Okay, so I’m not exactly living in the Great Sandy, but it’s amazing I haven’t died of boredom + jet lag + everything not Malaysian yet. Meanwhile, my laptop battery is halfway to dying and my belly’s a bit eager for chow, so be right back, I’ll continue posting in a jiffy.
Sorry for the lack of blog posts this week, been too busy preparing for Sunday. My visa’s finally done, so is my plane ticket, now the only thing left is packing. (shudders) God, I hate the stuffing-everything-nicely-somewhere part of traveling. Who said all Virgo men are tidy bespectacled white collars who’d categorize their socks by the pattern? The stars were right about the obsessive perfectionism part at least: I absolutely obsess over perfecting my art of untidyness, a practice so subtle so Zen-ish it is an art form no mortal man can comprehend!
But I digress.
I’m still a bit worried about the check-in-check-out part, me being the kampung boy who’s never travelled overseas alone before (driving over to Thailand when I was living in Penang didn’t count, I was too small to remember that anyway). I just hope my luggage doesn’t suddenly decide it would like to drop by pre-Olympics London for a quick visit while leaving me stranded in the terminal for 13 years.
It’s always amusing to read the referral keywords that lead to your own site, especially those you’ve never intended. There’s the notorious Holiday Plaza, Star Wars in hokkien, Gloomy Sunday (The thought of Bjork always reminds me of the 'limp swan look’... amagad! My eyes!!), and my Super-Duper 1000-horsepower Triple-Razor Shredder-Blender-Whatchacallit-Cutter, whatever the original context was. What’s next? Vogon Trillian Orgy Buttsez?