Sunday, June 26, 2011

The dashboard melted but we still have the radio

     I had some big plans for a super long post with some work updates and some type of soap box speech, but then I opened up the page and decided those thoughts would wait for another day. Honestly, I don't feel much like talking about work because it's Sunday.

     This weekend was quite relaxing. Friday my flatmates and I went clubbing (I know it doesn't sound relaxing...but whatever). Apparently the place we went to usually has a younger crowd, which would explain a lot. Dudes here aren't afraid to come up and talk to a girls only group, but they don't talk too much, and most obviously use the fact that they are a local as some type of pickup line. Not too surprising, but hilarious none the less. It was hip-hop night. Everyone seemed quite shy, but C, F, and I had some steam to blow off, so we hit the stage quite early and got the whole thing rolling. We danced, and the DJ cracked me up b/c he had a CU Boulder football jersey on. I appreciate his attempt at American culture, however if you know anything about American College Football you would know that the Buffs do in fact, suck (and I go to school there, so I don't wanna hear otherwise hehe...). Thus the shirt was worn for the cool factor, when it is in fact, not that cool. I did see a guy at the mall today in a Packers jersey (read: much more appropriate).

     After some awesome dancing and a few awkward globish (simple English) 'conversations' we had enough and did the thing you must do after going out in SEA...go to a hawker center. We headed out to a 24 hr Mamak place (cuz banana leaf was closed and we wanted Indian food) and then home. I had a kick ass time and would have had pictures if the club wasn't raided by the religious police the week before and they allowed cameras.

     Yes, clubs and bars around here, for whatever reason, need to be occasionally broken up by the cops so all of the Muslims inside them can be rounded up and thrown in jail. Sorry, but this I have a problem with. First of all, it ruins it for the people who aren't involved in the conflict, second of all, you can go to a club and not drink (although I don't know many who do), and thirdly mind your damn business. It should be the parents' job anyway to make sure their child is behaving. Once someone is old enough to make their own decisions they should be allowed to do what they want and practice religion however they want. We weighed our options and figured that it would be ridiculous to waste your time busting the same place two weeks in a row. Thankfully no cops showed up, or I may have have spoken a little too much of my mind.

     Although I didn't have a hangover or anything the next day I was tired. I met G for lunch in Kelana Jaya. We ate at a tasty Indonesian/Malay place. I tried chendol for the first time. Chendol pretty much looks and sounds like a garbage disposal to most westerners. However the combo of sweet syrup, coconut milk, frozen corn, colored chendol (I really don't know how to explain it, see the photo), and kidney beans over shaved ice actually works. I can't really explain how, but it does. I also had Sarawak Laksa (again sorry for spelling). I thought it was going to be too much heat to handle, but it was quite nice. Spicy in a flavorful way and delicious. We talked for quite a bit then we decided to head back. However, G mentioned reflexology (a Chinese practice) so we decided to stop. Basically you get a 5 hour foot massage where they use nerve endings in your feet that are supposedly attached to your organs somehow and the point is to help heal what ails you. If there is anything I've learned from Asia it's the Chinese know what they are talking about when it comes to traditional medicine. Not to mention my feet definitely needed some TLC, as I walk most everywhere. Afterwards, I sluggishly made my way back to KL and home all happy and relaxed.

     C and I grabbed dinner at the Lebanese place one stop on the LRT down from us. We had some awesome falafel and apple mint shisha. Essentially, one could not ask for a more relaxing Saturday. We were late to a party at a co-worker's place. When we showed up I was completely under-dressed and too relaxed to really feel like partying. All I wanted to do was sleep. It wasn't that the party sucked or anything, I simply wasn't into it. So I left shortly after and crashed in bed.

     Awoke early today to go to church with A, my 'host mom' from earlier in the summer. It was the last mass that the father would give at the perish so I went to support her. Now I've been to the Vatican where they broadcast mass in Italian/Latin (it was a while ago so I'm not so sure as to which language it was...I mean Latin with an Italian accent sounds pretty much like Italian). However, I've never seen mass in 4 different languages. The readings, Homily, and song switched between English, Tamil, Mandarin, and Bahasa Malaysia. Most of the time they projected English subtitles. I was surprised at how much Bahasa Malaysia I could understand. Afterwards I bought some food at the church sale and came back home. I booked my flight to Bali (Jul 28th till Aug 1st), did various chores, then headed down to the pool for a workout. The sun/pool combo took a lot out of me so I took a nap. I awoke to a thunderstorm, but it looked as if the rain had passed so I headed out to get groceries. I have had a craving for french fries all day, so I splurged on some (not from McDonalds). Of course once I got out the door of the mall it started pouring. I only live about a 7 min walk from the mall, so a cab seemed like a waste. I enjoyed the downpour, although I wasn't too happy about even soggier groceries.

     Pretty much just been taking care of house work here today. It's what I needed though. I've either been go go go go, working, or trying to recover from a cold; so a weekend to just take it easy was a must. Next weekend I'm headed to the jungle (sort of...I mean jungle is everywhere, so it's not deep jungle, but a just-outside-of-town place) with a bunch of CSers plus C. I'm pretty excited. Not too sure what this week will bring with work, but hopefully it isn't too overwhelming.

Time to make some dinners...need to eat the food I have and tone down the spending =).

-M

cendol....pronounced 'chen-dol'

Reflexology 

Durian season is upon us...if anyone wants to go hit me up

Kinda blurry, but the horse wanted to be on the bridge.

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