Impressions... Week 1

Here are my impressions for the first week here in slow-motion land... they may change over time as I get more data for my profiling... or maybe not.

The hardware business seems to be a thriving business next to lodging and of course, food... there is a hardware store almost everywhere. I think it has to do with the locals building their own rooms, houses, home-stays and what-not... then of course you have the Malaysia My 2nd Home program where the mat sallehs buy land here and build their own homes in kampungs... serious... there's quite a lot of them residing here. Next would be laundries... they pop out everywhere too... like mushrooms.

Transport... if you live on this island and don't possess your own transport then you are screwed, blued and tattooed... in short, FUCKED. The only form of public transport is taxi and they charge you an arm and a leg. I have clocked 600kms since getting my car on Saturday... go do your math...that's averaging 120kms a day.

Money is NOT king... the locals are kings. You are doing them a favour by giving them business... and this my dear readers I foresee as the one thing that is going to give me a real headache... but then I wonder... doesn't anyone ever try to make these people perform? Or am I trying in vain when the rest have adopted the "if you can't beat them, join them" attitude? It's a real shame as this island sure has a lot of potential to be something really great.

Ever since I got my arm in a cast, I have been getting friendly smiles from strangers... females mostly... and mostly bertudung... and then there are makciks too... I wonder why? Is it because of my arm? Or is it because I'm F-ugly with my moustache and beard (think Tony Stark,)? Really makes me wonder... and yesterday as I was having lunch with Ayu and her cousin, I noticed this kakak looking at me... there was someone else next to her but it didn't register in my brain just yet.... then after a few seconds the person next to her waved... then I recognised her... Siti Sarah Jasmia, my doctor., well not MY doctor but the doctor on duty when I went to have my hand checked... how do I know her full name? Hey! It's me! I have bionic eyes. Ok... she is not f-ugly... nor is she gorgeous... she's just your girl next door who goes to lunch with her back pack and eats with her back pack on... you would NEVER EVER guess that she is a doctor... she's young... mid 20s at the most and she is definitely playful... and got brains too... and I think still in training... during my visit she asked me if I had any allergies... in BM... I replied only money... it took about a second for her to catch the joke but at least she did while the 5 others didn't. She wanted to have my hand x-rayed immediately but was afraid to as the radiologist was on call and the hospital's policy was to call only when it was urgent, otherwise wait till the next day... she wanted to do it but the nurse said only if urgent... she asked, isn't this urgent then the nurse mumbled something and she gave in and asked me if it was ok to have my hand x-rayed tomorrow instead... just at that moment another doctor walked in... she consulted the doctor and when the doctor agreed with her to do it now... she went 'yes'... with the arm gestures... I was amused with her antics... I think most people would heave been annoyed with her perceived lack of seriousness... in my opinion she is just a bubbly person... the kind you would like to have with you in any group outing. But if she remains like that even during lambada sessions then... potong stimlah...

Oh... and before I log off... this place is damn fucking HOT!!! Very soon I will be applying Fair and Lovely or Oil of Olay or SKII on my skin... or my first name will start to match my skin colour... or is it my skin colour will match my first name? I think it is the latter...  Karavale, karavale... tall, dark and f-ugly... and botak... and buncit.