hello from KL, i'm bored with this place already. why is everyone here only interested in making money and looking pretty? did these people give up their genuine, long-evolving culture and way of life for this hideous rupture of modernity? sounds like another country i know. it was fitting, though unplanned, to be reading herbert marcuse's One-Dimensional Man under the twin shafts of mahathir's historical erection.
and so i was shopping a bit; i've developed a penchant for red ties, and i spotted a beautifullest red tie at the sydney airport, it was a zegna and i thought it'd cost an airplane, but turned out to be a steal. And so here i was zipping in and out of stores looking for another red tie that I could buy; and once again, i found one, and from a least expected place (raoul). i was pondering whether i should get my converse sneakers here or next week in singapore, and guess what - five minutes later the soles of my shoes came off. so that settled my initial dilemma.
then it was the quest for a coffee plunger. someone need to invent a plastic (as opposed to a glass ) one so that i can carry it around wherever i go. clearly this world doesn't understand that i need coffee, and INSTANT COFFEE IS NOT COFFEE. this morning at the hotel cafe:
waitress: *pours coffee
me: excuse me, what coffee is this?
(when it comes to real coffee it's really either brewed or espresso, unless you're so inclined for ristretto - but it doesn't happen very often)
waitress: black coffee (la...) *sustained look of horror*
me: err, i mean, how did you make this coffee?
waitress: from Nescafe (la!!!)
if only people know how instant coffee is made (chemically and artificially), i doubt they'd continue drinking it. it's not difficult to get REAL coffee. and coffee is NOT expensive. buy real beans from a real cafe, buy a coffee maker (of any type), boil water, pour into cup. that'd just add up to a grand total of 60c a cuppa, and for something that's real and divine, is really very cheap!
i should shuddup now and go have my dinner. i do miss hawker food and i am gonna try their hokkien mee here. conference starts tomorrow, and i hope all the schmoozing would not make me go mad. i really do not like people very much, especially if they're not the ones i know.
and so i was shopping a bit; i've developed a penchant for red ties, and i spotted a beautifullest red tie at the sydney airport, it was a zegna and i thought it'd cost an airplane, but turned out to be a steal. And so here i was zipping in and out of stores looking for another red tie that I could buy; and once again, i found one, and from a least expected place (raoul). i was pondering whether i should get my converse sneakers here or next week in singapore, and guess what - five minutes later the soles of my shoes came off. so that settled my initial dilemma.
then it was the quest for a coffee plunger. someone need to invent a plastic (as opposed to a glass ) one so that i can carry it around wherever i go. clearly this world doesn't understand that i need coffee, and INSTANT COFFEE IS NOT COFFEE. this morning at the hotel cafe:
waitress: *pours coffee
me: excuse me, what coffee is this?
(when it comes to real coffee it's really either brewed or espresso, unless you're so inclined for ristretto - but it doesn't happen very often)
waitress: black coffee (la...) *sustained look of horror*
me: err, i mean, how did you make this coffee?
waitress: from Nescafe (la!!!)
if only people know how instant coffee is made (chemically and artificially), i doubt they'd continue drinking it. it's not difficult to get REAL coffee. and coffee is NOT expensive. buy real beans from a real cafe, buy a coffee maker (of any type), boil water, pour into cup. that'd just add up to a grand total of 60c a cuppa, and for something that's real and divine, is really very cheap!
i should shuddup now and go have my dinner. i do miss hawker food and i am gonna try their hokkien mee here. conference starts tomorrow, and i hope all the schmoozing would not make me go mad. i really do not like people very much, especially if they're not the ones i know.
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