Here we go again. Endless paragraphs of absolute twaddle. Blah blah blah blah blah blah f***ing blah. So anyway, Kota Bahru was ok actually. It was very very malay but in a kind of good way. I hadnt seen much of that side. KL was just too cosmo to really take notice of any of that. Batu Arang was mostly chinese and refugees. I went to the cultural centre and watched some martial arts demonstration which was quite good as it had a kick ass drum band accompanying...

Leaving Batu Arang, I wasn't really sure of how much I had accomplished; whether the residents had really taken on what I had tried to show them, whether my time there had helped people. I know it opened my eyes to a lot of things but I feel that at least another month there would be of benefit. I suppose there is only really so much you can do in 1 month given the limited resources and the utter lack of efficiency. I hope that the blogging catches on and that th...

I have spent close to a month in Malaysia now and it hasnt ceased to amaze me in its complexity and ability to baffle the f*** out of me. As time passes, I pick up on the small local habits and traits that I recognise in my dad and his sisters and in sooe cases, ones that ultimately come back to me. For example, I never understood this weird noise that my dad makes but in the local restaurants, people purse their lips together and kind of pout to get the attentio...

Surprise surprise, I'm using the Petronas towers as the image for this entry. Not cliche at all... Anyway, I had a bit of a nightmare journey to Singapore. Christophe and I were on the same flight to Sydney from Christchurch and got to the airport relatively early so as to be on time and not stress out. Got to Sydney fine and had loads of time to spare but turns out that there was some sort of engineers strike going on so we were delayed flying out. As a result,...

Hey guys. hope you are well. I can't wait to get the f*** out of here. It happens tomrrow. I'm psyched. I go to singapore. I dont hate nz but I havent had the best of times here. can you see a recurring pattern? The people on my bus were, on the whole utter f***ers. I should have broken limbs, fried them up with onions and sold them to some maori tribe. I'm in christchurch at the moment. Its pretty much about as boring as the other places I have been to. I'm s...