  yesterday was a visit to a neighbourin country, malaysia. fairly interestin trip. 'cos i nv did realli cross the chekpt by foot b4. the first time was by four wheels. did a fair bit of annoying bus-
boardin/ alightin. i hafta say, on foot, everythin seems different. i went all the way to gentin the first time round,
but tis time, we simply stopped at jb. perhaps cos i m sgean, their ways seem almost alien. but i find it most impressionable. unlike sg life,
where everything is nearly picture. perfect. organization. there, it's wat i define as an organized mess. amazingly messy,
yet orderly in its own right. there, u dun hafta goto piracy. piracy literally comes to u. n unlike sg's makeshift heck- care stalls,
the piracy shops there r a representation of organized crime. empty packages- collect contents at counter/ test running the game literally. the ppl, they r survivors,
every one of them. they carve out a niche for themselves, even the poorest ones. unlike sgean, awash in their affluence n pleasures, lost in their petty quarrels,
forgettin the priority ones. either tat or mindless automatons, followin their fixed routine programs, eternally unchanging, till death cease their clockworks. i haf seen onli a glimpse of malaysia.
the homeland of a sister.
