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4th year Medicine in Malaysia

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I have kind of avoided any real talk of my studies for a number of reasons. I think partly because I don't want to bore the non-medical readers and because I haven't actually been studying all that much. That caught up with me in a bang when I had a pile of overdue assignments all due at once. Hello coffee, goodbye sleep.

So here is a rundown on the past 12 weeks of my psychiatry rotation, anyone thinking of studying here might like to read this.

There is a psychiatric ward at the hospital next door, but it is only for women. They claim this is for staffing and safety reasons, as psych patients can be promiscuous and are susceptible to abuse. This ward and the outpatient psych clinics accounted for the first 6 weeks of my rotation and the teaching was quite good. The strange reality is that there is no male equivalent ward, so what happens to them you ask? They get sent to Permai!! This has to be said in a Frankenstein voice followed by evil laughter to really do justice to the psych asylum that is Permai. There is something really creepy about that place.


It was built by the Brits 80 years ago and was used as an asylum to lock up the "crazy" people. Psych patients really had no other options back then and it reminds me of the place that Yahoo Serious got sent to in Young Einstein. Anyone else remember that? It is built like an intimidating prison with around 50 HUGE wards all seperated by solid concrete sheltered walkways. The place could get bombed and you would still feel safe, in fact it did get bombed. The Japs took it over during WW2 and performed biological experiments on the patients and probably anyone else they could find. It was considered a place of torture at that time and strangely enough, the main form of transport around the expansive Permai grounds are still Japanese bicycles. There are now permanent "residents" living in some of the wards and I believe the total number is somewhere near 1000 patients, half of the original building capacity. All are wearing the green Permai issue "prison clothing" which just adds to the overall creep factor.

I spent the next six weeks wandering around Permai and talking to the patients. It wasn't long before a stroll down one of the 3 kilometre long walkways would see patients swarming to each window I passed calling "hey Australia, come in doctor". The few female wards were even worse because they are definitely promiscuous patients and they don't see many white people. "Are you single doctor?", I would stupidly answer yes just to get the response "so I still have a chance then" along with a rub of my arm and a slap on the butt. The nurses in hysterics behind the counter did not help the situation. This wouldn't be such a problem if the same lady wasn't seeing the devil with bat wings and a pair of white sneakers run around the room. And no, I didn't make that bit up.


The forensic ward holds all the murderers behind barbed wire, yes murderers. And was suprisingly easy to access for a student in a white lab coat. No questions asked, security just assumes you are a doctor and you can just wander in. Sure the patients are sedated to the point where their eyeballs are floating into their forehead, but this just makes them look even meaner. I didn't stay in there for long. One thing I did learn, if a criminal gets aquitted by a court because he is clinically insane, he doesn't go to a better place than prison.

I wonder if this asylum might be one of the last of its type in existance. The sheer volume of patients gathered in the one place from all over Malaysia is just incredible and has been a great learning experience. No developed country would ever allow such a place to continue operating and even the Malaysian government is building a replacement. Whether this is for the welfare of the patients or because they can make money from the land is unclear. What is clear is that the demolition will take a very long time.

Here are a few photos I put together. The murals were presumably painted by a patient and I found the depiction of a mentally retarded patient particularly disturbing. Even more so that they have left it there. Although the confidentiality and privacy laws in Malaysia are seldom adhered to, I still couldn't bring myself to photograph any patients. Use your imagination. Next time, I will write about the GP clinic.

In more painful news, my motorbike was a lemon. I say was, because it is no longer mine. I rang the seller to inform him of the news that his mechanic had ripped us both off and the bike needed to be sent back. After not getting any reply, I sent him a message alluding to the fact that I know where he lives and his life would not be very pleasant from now on if he didn't do as I asked. The guy had already seen me really angry when he failed to deliver the bike so I think he was really scared, because he has taken the bike back and refunded my money. You guys all know that I wouldn't have really done anything right? Right.

I guess he knew the police wouldn't help him, because they don't actually seem to do anything at all here in JB. Oh wait a minute... I did see them escorting a yellow Lamborghini up the highway on the weekend. I presume the Sultan was up for a joy ride so the police went along and cleared the road for him, like all good police do. And I thought the police in Australia were bad because they use capsicum spray on innocent people.

On a brighter note, I was invited to my fellow workmate Elroy's home in Singapore. I spent a few nights with him and his family eating the various sights across Singapore. It did originally seem that Singapore shared very little in common with its larger asian neighbours, but even though 40 years of clever governance has changed a culture, they still eat like Malaysians.

I walked out on to the jetty one night and looked at the horizon crammed with lights across the ocean wondering what country was so close off the South coast of Singapore. Must be Indonesia. No, they were ships. 100s maybe 1000s of them. Looked like a country to me. I don't know what they do with all those boxes but Singapore is about 40 x 20 kilometres in size and the 2 little bridges into Asia can't support that much cargo. I figure they just play musical boxes and just pick them up and put them down all day. They obviously make a pretty dollar doing it too, and they know how to spend it wisely.

I was lucky enough to see the government house on a rare open day. Fortunate coincidence, and the building had all the gifts from around the world on display. Amazing jewelled carpets from India, a beautiful white gold dagger from Brunei and even Thailand gave them an awesome golden elephant. So what amazing gift did Australia have on display? A wooden box with a gum leaf on top. Ha ha ha. The cheapest gift there by far. No photos allowed, but I laughed.

So now I am back in Malaysia and studying paediatrics. Yep, little kids. It seems more interesting already. I still have no bicycle and no motorbike either, but it was refreshing to deal with someone honest enough to return my money. Sure I had to threaten him with viloence, but the end result is still the same.

Posted by The Doctor 20:34 Archived in Malaysia Tagged living_abroad Comments (2)

Freddo the Motorbike

and other good news......

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If you haven't read my last entry, you might like to scroll down to the first of this two part series.

For those of you not in the know, I have three sisters. One kakak (Jacqui) and two adik perumpuan (Bethany and Megan). Thanks to an Air Asia bargain basement sale, all my sisters had booked flights to visit me for my birthday before I even knew what was going on. Actually I still don't really know what is going on. And unlike the time they found me stealing mum's port from the pantry, I was actually happy to see them.

I tidied my apartment but as soon as they walked through the door their massive backpacks exloded and left stinky clothes hanging off everything that could hang them. They also brought me a wonderful birthday present - a brand new Canon SLR. Hence the 140 photos on facebook. We had one weekend together, so first stop Tioman. Another one of Malaysia's island paradise locations. Our brainchild was to get up super early, catch a bus to Mersing and then the first available ferry to Tioman. But something is wrong with the world of travel in Malaysia. You always seem to get where you are going, but nothing runs on time, nothing appears logical and you can never trust anybody. Are they telling you it is the only ferry to the island because it is the only one they get comission from, or is it really the only one? And is that the real price or the real price + white man tax? Anyway, we made the 3pm ferry which was two hours late and completely full but it seemed to leave AFTER the 5pm ferry which was almost empty. ??????? Our reward was waiting.


A stunning island with monkeys, minotor lizards, butterflies and friendly locals. And the snorkelling was sensational. Huge big sea turtles, stingrays and schools of angel fish. All for the cost of a $4 mask and fins. In fact the snorkelling was so good that we stayed in the water for over two hours and came out as white prunes (Megan was a red prune). The only problem is that I didn't think to pay any attention to the huge tide markings around the bay. I was too eager to get in the water to realise all my things were well below the tide line, including my brand new camera! The water was a few very useful inches short of my camera but our towels, a pair of thongs and leather sandals were not quite so lucky. There were a few funny minutes of scouring around the bay and up a tidal stream before the occassional shout of "I found one" had accounted for everything. The adventure walking there was amazing on it's own. But the supposed 30 minute trek had turned out to be a serious 1.5 hour hike and we weren't looking forward to the return trip, especially with wet stuff. Beth thought she had asthma only to find her poor attempt at sarong tying was choking her airway. We almost didn't make it home before dark, but that day would have to be a highlight of my trip so far.

IMG_1517.jpgIMG_1365.jpgWe then had a few days here in Johore Bahru discovering new eating places, smoking sheesha pipes, buying cheap top quality pirated DVDs and decking out the new turtle enclosure. I'm sure my sisters are going to miss Oscar the Girl as much as they miss me. Funnily enough they all split in different directions and I had to say goodbye one by one. Beth to Laos, Megan to Amsterdam and Jacqui back to Melbourne. Sad to see them go, but I do have to study.

So that brings me almost to now. After the stolen bike, I decided finding transport was a major priority. My money is not going as far as I thought with the high rental I am paying so I was on a budget. The problem is that these little asians can ride little motorbikes comfortably and big ones (still smallish for me) come at a price. Finally I found a ride suitable for me, and cheap enough. Even with it's size my friend Fitri said I looked like a frog on it. I aptly named it Freddo. Should be delivered tomorrow, but then he said that 2 days ago. Fingers crossed.

EL250.jpgIn addition to this great piece of news, I found a third year Malaysian student to share my apartment with. The spare room has been great, especially while my sisters were here, but it is also a waste of money. A lot of money. Once my sister arrived back with a pen she bought for RM6 and we scoffed at how expensive it was. "What" she said "it is only $2."Sure it is only $2, but that is also the cost of a really decent meal here. So while this rental deal might only be worth a couple of hundred Aussie per month, it is enough to buy 700 coffees or go to the zoo 350 times or 100 tanks of fuel. So I will be much more comfortable, much more relaxed and having a lot more fun. Not to mention someone to talk to and a new set of wheels.

So things are working out, as they always seem to in the end. Now I just have 2 assignments to knock over, and a pile of other homework to do. Pffft, I'm still on holiday.

I will try and keep up from now on, and thanks for reading. Please leave a comment if you liked reading this, the encouragement will help and check facebook for all the photos. My camera has been busy. Thanks, Sam.

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Oscar the Girl

and other bad news......

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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....

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Death by drain

Farmers, kids and turtles.

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Highest rainfall in Malaysia in one day - 608mm Kota Bharu, 01-06-1967. That is about Melbourne's yearly average. Just thought it might make you drowning Melbournians feel a little better. I guess the biggest difference is that the heavy rain is normal here so they have built drains to deal with it, as I discovered first hand. Clearly from the photos I have seen, Melbourne has not. I'll get back to the drain in a minute.

IMG_1597.jpgThis week has not been as eventful as my diving holiday, but I did go to zoo. I have to say I was not expecting much, as the entrance fee was about 60 cents. That's right, 60 cents. What can they afford to show you for 60 cents I hear you ask. A monkey? A tiger? An elephant? Well, all of these and so much more. In fact hey had more animals than i could be bothered to look at in the end, and all squashed into an area about the size of a football field. It is lucky we didn't have to walk far because it was so hot I was melting. And the animals were about as active as a Malaysian security guard. Can't blame them really, I would compare their enclosures to me having to live in my toilet. Seriously. Not actually IN the toilet, but you know what I mean. Throw me some food every now and then, take a few photos and you won't get much entertainment out of me either. I am not sure what the animal in the photo is, but he is a prime example of how stimulated these animals are. Poor things. Where are the penguins of Madagascar when you need them?

IMG_1643.jpgThe next day Jess and I decided to get a bus to Melaka, because it has to be done. I had heard there was a morning farmer's market not far from the bus stop, so we decided to meet some friends for breakfast. We were informed by the cabbie that walking there was no problem, only 10 minutes. I thought that was a bit strange, because the hospital is a 10 minute walk and EVERYONE that lives here drives because it is too far. So after walking for about 15 minutes Jess was not convinced I knew where I was going. I had only just reassured her that I never get lost and the market is definitely next to the stadium when our friends called to politely tell us the market is AT the bus station. Not only were we walking the wrong way, but we had walked straight through the farmers market and ten block away. I felt very stupid. When we finally did get there, every farmer was more interested in getting a pose on for our camera than they actually were trying to sell us stuff. Very, very amusing. So as it turns out, a 10 minute walk in Malaysia is actually a 50m stroll through a building. I really don't understand how these people stay so skinny while we are the fattest country in the world. We walk more. Maybe it's because they live in a sauna.

PICT0001.jpgIf any of you med students out there were wondering if I am actually doing some study, I am doing some medical stuff, yes. On Monday I got to visit a school about half an hour out of town, to do some medical checks on little kids. That was pretty cool, but my stethescope has never had such a workout. At lunch time the school put on an amazing spread for and the teachers, whilst all the kids sat on huge long trestle tables outside. I wandered out to take a photo and got a lot of strange looks from the kids. But no sooner had one girl came up to me and asked my name and I had a swarm of 200 kids following me like the pied piper. I am convinced that some of these kids had never actually seen a white person in the flesh before.

PICT0065.jpgPICT0066.jpgOh yeah, the drain. This week, my short-lived friend Jess actually flew back to Australia. She entrusted me with her two new pets, little green turtles. She was already upset that her family pet had passed away, and now she was entrusting her new pets to the grim reaper! Go figure. Anyway, I was determined not to let the little fellas die, so I carried them with the utmost care the 500 metres from her apartment. I remember saying "just going to get some bread" before disappearing down a drain and smashing the turtle's home on the ground. Turns out that the wooden manhole cover over the drain isn't actually meant for walking on (even though it is right out the front entrance of the shop as you can see in the pic). I did only lose one leg down the drain, but it really happened fast and I wasn't really sure what was going on for a few seconds. For all the splintered wood, jagged concrete and protruding reo I was very lucky to escape without even a single cut. The guy in the shop claims they park cars on that drain and I must weigh a ton. I told him to shut up or I would sit on him. I mean, just because the average weight around here is 40kgs doesn't mean they can design a cover for them only. They should put a sign up "WARNING: do not walk here if you are Australian." They have since replaced the cover with yet more dodgy looking wood, possibly upgraded to a 50kg limit (see the "new improved" cover in the photo). As for the turtles, well as much as I am sure they are now petrified of their new owner, they are still alive. For now.

I really am enjoying Malaysia but I am a bit sick of being stared at for riding a bike, stared at for carrying a fish tank on the bus (they actually didn't let me on 2 buses can you believe) and stared at for being white. I am also amazed how rude store owners can be here. In Australia you would flat out refuse to buy anything off some of these people. Here, you would be left with very few options if you don't just live with it. The strangest thing is, just 1km over the water into Singapore and it all changes. White people, bikes and good customer service all become standard. I don't really understand.

Anyway, enough stories for now. Going for a swim, in a pool, not in Bourke St. Haha. Sam.

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I hitch-hiked in Malaysia and survived

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I know it has been a little while and I have a lot to write, so bear with me, last week was fun.

Well Feb the 14th was not only Valentines day but the start of the Chinese New Year, so our uni decided to give us the week off. At first I was a little annoyed about this, only two weeks of uni and then a one week holiday already. Especially because the safety brigade kept telling me that it was monsoon season where I wanted to go and everything would be horrible, wet and closed.

I made an Australian friend here who was too scared to travel Malaysia alone, so Jess and I decided to cover some of the east coast together. I expected to be tearing her hair out by the end of a week, but luckily we got along OK and had a great trip. If anyone wants to look it up Johore Bahru - Kuantan - Cherating - Tasik Kenyir - Kuala Terengganu - Kuala Besut - Palau Perhentian Kecil - Kota Bharu - Kuala Lumpur and back home (JB). As I discovered on this trip, things in Malaysia are not always what they seem, in fact more often than not you will end up with a wierd wonderful or terrible suprise.

First step, book some transport. Easier said than done. My Malaysian isn't that great but it didn't take me long to figure out what habis means. Plane = habis, bus = habis, roads anywhere = habis, hotel = habis, Chinese new year in Malaysia = every damn form of transport and accomodation in the country is habis, habis, full, full. We finally weazeled our way onto a junky bus leaving Johor at 10pm to arrive in Kuantan at 3am with a cheap hotel room awaiting us, or so we thought.

IMG_1212.jpg10pm = wait for two hours in a dingy bus terminal until we come and get you to leave at midnight.
3am = 7am because we have to make several stops for apparently no reason at all and we won't tell you either.
Hotel booking = sorry, we gave the room to someone else and have none left!!!!!! Actually I don't think they even included the sorry. We ended up paying almost double the agreed price (white person tax) and getting a room with no running water before checking out 4 hours later. If I wasn't so tired I would have rubbed his face in my armpit because that was the most unpleasant place on earth at the time. Luckily the trip improved after this.

IMG_1273.jpgWe ate a feast as always (have I told you the food here is amazing) and caught the local bus up to a surfing village called Cherating. This bus had "Sihat" written down the side, Malay for healthy. I would equate that to tattooing "healthy" on the side of a morbidly obese man smoking a cigar and drinking a cup of fat. But Cherating was lovely and the cheapest chalet in the town was not habis. The monsoon waves were actually pretty good, and I got very sunburnt bodysurfing. Even the pubs were good which is unusual here and at night we caught a boat up the river in complete darkness so we could see the swarms of fire-flies. It was like a whole river of sparkling christmas trees only the lights come and land on your nose! So much for that horrible weather everyone warned me about.

The coastline further north was beautiful but it seems that Malaysians have little respect for their awesome landscape. Perhaps that is a little unfair as some of them are barely surviving on what little they have, so the environment is not really their priority. A shame none the less.

We made it to a place called Tasik Kenyir, or Lake Kenyir. The buses were a bit scarce in this area so we resorted to a cab. Only thing is, there are no meters in the cabs once you get to Kuala Terangganu. This is not really an issue as the agreed fares are usually reasonable and if they get stuck in traffic, too bad for them. What it does mean is that any idiot with a car suddenly becomes a cab, especially when they see white people. The first time we opted for a cute little old man that actually had "teksi" written on his car. The fact that he couldn't speak english was fine, and stopping for prayer on the way was actually amusing (thankyou agreed fare), but when he slowed to a walk at sunset and almost stopped everytime headlights came the other way, we realised he actually couldn't see! We were in a cab with a blind man! Really!

IMG_1354.jpgOur next lift was pretty cheap, so even though the guy's van didn't have teksi written on it, we took him up on his offer. Back in 10 minutes he said. He then proceeded to fill his van up with half the town and dropped them all off one by one on the way to the lake. Seems he was on his way to the lake anyway and we had just paid for all the locals to get a free ride home. No matter, he was a nice guy and he wasn't blind.

90_P2160107.jpgThe lake was amazing and we canoed around and saw some monkeys and huge monitor lizards. We then decide to hitch-hike back because really every car was a cab anyway, so what's the difference. The funny thing about this story is that when I arrived back at uni and told my Malaysian friends, they went into shock. They assume that every person that has ever hitch-hiked in Malaysia is dead and honestly I have not seen another single hitch hiker in the country. They were really horrified. So I was quite happy to inform them that we were picked up by a great guy named Kimi who was a professional driver for rich people. He had a black air-conditioned van with a TV screen, big leather seats and automatic sliding doors. Sounds nice, but I can assure you that in Malaysia it is more than nice. In addition to our luxury limo ride, Kimi took us directly to a cab rank and negotiated a bargain price for us to our next destination. He even messaged us later that night to check we were OK! So the safety brigade got it wrong again and Kimi provided us with one of the highlights of our trip.

Later that day we got on a bus with a boy racer. He was drag racing other buses, honking at girls on the road and swerving lanes like a game of frogger. We decided that hitch-hiking was much safer than the buses.

IMG_1428.jpgThe last destination was a real beauty. It is a place called Palau Perhentian Kecil or Island Perhentian Small. The 400hp boat skipping through monsoon waves for an hour ensured my butt was numb and my clothes were wet but it didn't spoil the view. Even the hoards of tourist that we had so far managed to avoid, couldn't put a damper on this place. These islands are the real gold of Malaysia with beautiful beaches and jungle covered mountains just jutting out of the sea. Chalets perched on rocks, hidden beaches, a barely accessible fishing village
and an abundance of great snorkelling and diving.

IMG_1524.jpgI must say, for a week or two I was a little upset that my fellow students back home were enjoying a cruisy orientation week on the beach whilst I was sweltering away in a foreign psych ward. I thought maybe my decision to come to Malaysia was a poor one, but having a week off already was actually a great help to me. Now I was on a beach and for a mere $300 I got my open water diving license and 6 dives. I was swimming around with little nemos, blue spotted stingrays and bamboo sharks. Then each night return to a chalet in the hills with a view of the sunset and sit down to eat all the fresh fish I was just swimming with. Always served with a huge chocolate milkshake on a table so close to the water that the waves would sweep across my feet.

Even the fishing village was a treat as all the kids were on holidays and my limited Malay was exciting for them. They followed us around and gave us guavas from their tree. We even offered our medical support when one of them fell on her face at full speed down a hill. Actually Jess offered her support, I was trying hard not to laugh.

So now I am refreshed and Malaysia is really growing on me, quickly. My new friends at uni are fantastic and they have stopped telling me I can't do things already. They seem just as interested in learning from me as I am from them. This weekend is another public holiday. I am not really sure what this one is for, but I still get a day off. Tonight I head to Melaka to check out the old Portugese town and next week I am looking at a motrobike. Very excited. I might fulfill my dream of becoming "The Doctor" after all.

I hope this isn't too drab and thankyou everyone for the comments. I will try and get all my photos onto facebook soon. At the moment, this is a pretty sweet deal I have fallen into. I think I am supposed to study or something.

Salemat tenga hari, Sam.

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