the Insane Trip

The Happy Malaysian Men

“I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking:

“Why is it that Malaysian men, as compared to men from many other countries that I’ve seen.. they’re just..? I’m sorry, I don’t really know how is it like in Malaysia and how the laws and the culture affects them, but when they come over here, they go all out to enjoy (the women over here). They’ll actually make it a point to do those things when they come here, as if it’s not complete without them.

“I’m not a good man, but really.. they’re on a different level. The way they would come here and just leave their women and go do these things. Have they no respect for their women? Goodness, I think they’re selfish!

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I think the balance between the Malaysian man and woman.. they’re not balanced at all. The men are so much bigger than the women. That they are allowed to do anything they want and their women can’t do much about it. Is that how it is?”




I said yes.

This comes from a man who has had the opportunity to observe our Malaysian men for years. We just had to top it up a notch, eh? Malaysia memang boleh.

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Weather, Food and Music

Heard that it hasn’t really been raining in Malaysia.
I dread going back to face the crazy hot weather back home.
Over here when they complain it’s hot, I get a bit irritated and would tell them that it’s way hotter back home. It’s almost like: how dare they complain that *this* is hot! *laughs* Honestly, the fact that we’re still alive and well, surviving in our dearest country near to the equator is a miracle. Rin said it must be crazy being baked constantly throughout the year with the humidity.

Amen, Rin.

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Jamie Cullum was playing in the background as we chatted about our mother tongue, food, Singaporeans, tourists, Malaysia and Thailand. Virus and humanity. Love and individualism. Rambutans and durians. God and nature.

Once in a while, there would be a cute honk from the toy car that Nuchi was playing with.

I would miss these kind of talks with all of them.

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You guys can’t see it because pictures can be deceiving, but everyone notices. Nuchi, Kevin and Oddy has even said it out loud: that the food over here must be doing wonders for me because I have put on some weight. I’m happy to be eating since I know I’ll head back home and shed them off; I’m good at that. :p

The steamed oyster mushrooms and steamed fish with soya sauce turned out well, thank goodness. They were consumed happily and Nuchi actually liked the soya sauce I drizzled on the fish. Cooking for accomplished cooks is nerve wrecking, I tell you. I passed for the night.

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The Tembam Speaks

My cheeks have a fuller appearance now. Yes, I’m chubbier and I think I actually look okay. My skin is clearer, my lips a deep pink! I haven’t had deep pink lips for as long as I can remember. Must be the diet over here: more red meat, more seafood, more vegetables, fruits every single day, go super way low on carbs. My lips look awesomely happy. Gee..

The food here while being rich in flavour and satisfies my taste oh-so-well isn’t that cheap. If you’re used to the KL price of food averaging above RM6.00, then Phuket would not be an unfamiliar territory. There are of course places where you can get cheap good food, provided that you know where to look for them.

The queen of the show of food I think would have to be their pasar malam. Listen peeps, I have grown up thinking that OUR pasar malam is the bomb. We have the craziest array of things available from textiles to toys and the most mouth watering food yes? Mentakab has pasar malam every night, KL has the Great KL Pasar Malam that happens every Saturday.. who can beat ours, really? Show me! Show me!! Well, I found out that the Phuket pasar malam just has to top ours. My brain almost exploded, and Sakie was amused.

Apparently this guy doesn’t like pasar malams all that much.
(That, I think, is one of the most abnormal thing. How can one not like a pasar malam? u.u)

He going there with me was a sacrifice on his part. :p Poor guy, going through the many lanes of the squarish layout of the pasar malam with a sweaty forehead and his shirt drenched.

Me? I was happy squealing over food (there’s grilled seafood aaaa!), pretty clothes, cute baby animals, beautiful pet supplies and oh god knows what else. After stuffing myself senseless, I went back to the apartment using the motorbike taxi service. Yesh, life ish lurvely.