adapting

New town.

New place.

I'm not even sure about moving here is even a good idea in the first place.

First of all, I don't like the road users here. Not just in this town, but inthe whole district, for heaven's sake! There's only one main roundabout here (the other two are in a housing area, so they count) and the people here don't even know how to use it...with some on-the-road etiquette and this thing that most Malays here are lack of - what's that word again? Oh, yes.

'Courtesy'

I hate the fact that there are no bookstores here!!!! Not even a glorious magazine stand like Farouk's, which apparently have nearly anything you ask for. Farouk had been there, like forever! From those times when I bought my first Smash Hits mag for a Duran Duran double page poster. This new town? Its even hard to get the Digital Camera magazine. There's this particular mag stand, when I asked for Digital Camera mag, simply answered "kita tak brapa jual majalah english. Tak ramai orang beli". But hey, they sell Motor Trader tho. Hmmmmm

Here we have one Pizza Hut, 2 KFCs, one Old Town White Coffee (but already closed down)...and oh yes, one Secret Recipe outlet. Ohh! And a cinema, but with really expensive tickets. Dang!

The drivers here love to switch lanes as they please without indicating. They love hogging on the fast lanes. And their ultimate favorite? They don't like to indicate at all, at all.

How I love my new town.

coward?

Whenever I am pissed with someone, I usually call my sister and tell her about it. Letting all the energy and anger flowing out in the exact 'proper' language and intonation feels good - especially having my sister who is apparently, forever and always....on my side.
After that, I'd feel better.
You name it - colleague at work, stupid driver in the street, brainless shopper during grocery shopping, idiotic bosses. After I let it all out, I feel better.

Someone, told me - "why won't you tell that person off? all you ever do is complain."

Long pause....no answer.