and other bad news......
18.04.2010 33 °C
OK, it has been well over a month so here is run down in point form for those that can't be bothered reading this whole entry:
-> saw the Chinese new year out with another festival and lots of fireworks
-> went through weeks of boredom and heat and boredom
-> had my pushbike stolen from my "secure" apartment building manned by "security" guards
-> received a visit from all three of my sisters at the same time
-> watched my apartment disappear into a sea of clothes and backpacks
-> went to another resort island called Tioman with my sisters
-> ate lots of food with my sisters
-> said goodbye to my sisters and found my apartment again
-> finally bought that motorbike I have been searching for
-> found a housemate
So that pretty much brings you all up to date. I will share some details, but this will be a long one so grab a coffee. First let me explain why I haven't written for so long, point form again:
1) I am lazy, that is the main one, but most of you already knew that.
2) I haven't been real happy. It is very difficult to broadcast an interesting story to the world when you are not actually interested in it yourself.
3) Now I have something to write I am actually really busy. Namely because of sisters and assignments. One of which I would happily do without.
It seemed that all my fun left when Jess got on the plane back to Australia. I got used to my Malaysian classmates saying "we will do it tonight, you are only here for 6 weeks" and then it got replaced with "we will do it later, you are here for 12 months." And they all disappeared into a sea of study and incoherent language. It is almost like the orange traffic light that everyone speeds up for, but now I am green so everything has slowed down again. I am going to start telling everyone I am going home next month and see what happens. I bet I get parties.
Just to compound my new found boredom, some jackass stole my bike. I have had bikes stolen before and you would think I would learn, but I wasn't expecting this. I live on level 19 of an apartment building that has 24hr security surveillance. Like real people, and I can even watch their office on channel 1 of my TV. So they don't sleep - or do anything at all for that matter. In addition to this the lift has an electronic security system that requires all the residents to swipe their security tag. It only allows you to go to the level you live on. So essentially only residents can enter the building and only those living on level 19 can come to my apartment, which is very few people.
Three weeks ago one of the lifts was broken and the security system had been overridden. It was still broken when I left my bike unlocked outside my door for a few minutes. CCTV showed me I was followed to level 19 and my bike was nicked within 5 minutes of me leaving it there. It appeared as if this guy had been watching and waiting for me to make a mistake. Amazingly the lift was fixed the next day.
It isn't the bike so much, it is the constant feeling of being ripped off. Like the fact that my room seems to have attracted a rental dearer than anyone else. And when get food from a buffet the price is double that of Malay guy next to me. I'm getting a lot smarter but it seems my vulnerabilities have been taken advantage of, and it doesn't leave you with a warm fuzzy love of Malaysia. A poor student from Australia is still a cash cow here. Someone tipped this thief off, and my nature is to trust people first, doubt them second. Well everyone in Malaysia is now a thief until proven otherwise. It is shame, but as a friend said on my way to report the offence "welcome to Malaysia."
So there is one more bit of bad news. The grim reaper has struck again and a turtle has died. I think it was injured from the drain accident. It never ate properly since that day. Then I got a replacement and that one died too. Sounds bad but I'm sure it is not my fault. The other turtle, Oscar, would be fat if he wasn't trapped in a shell. He never stops eating so I assumed it to be a boy. Turns out it is actually Oscar the Girl, and I have been buying her lesbian partners. Now that I think about it, girls eat a lot.
And here is where the good news starts. However this entry is already long enough and good news deserves a fresh page.
To be continued....