Tales From Malaysia - Viva USA
It’s been a while since I have tickled the ivories of the keyboard but stay with me. Its been a crazy couple of days. Since the internet and my mind aren’t traveling at the same pace I’ve listed some highlights below.
1. My flight was awesome. Got a whole row to myself and stretched out for 16 hours. Landing in Taipei I realized not only had they begun construction since last time Matthew and I blew in but EVERY SIGN was in Chinese. That is honestly awesome, if you speak Chinese. I managed to find my gate after walking two miles without seeing a single soul. I then text Amanda who said if the children start coming out to look for an exit. I landed in KL (MY MOTHER WAS ON TIME!) and it was a beautiful 90 degrees.
2. I went through customs behind the passengers of Air Kuwait who not only were all wearing burkas but kept complimenting my purse thus proving that even in the middle east, I can hang.
3. The Malay people (Chinese, Indian, Sri Lankan and the native Malays) have all been very excited about the election of Obama. Between strangers saying GO OBAMA or YES WE DID and the endless stores selling VIVA USA shirts - it is honestly refreshing and heartwarming to see that my country is slowing turning around.
4. On that note, as Malayasia is a Muslim country the national mosque has a huge Anti-American banner (about five stories hight) asking to boycott American products such as Coca Cola, Subway, KFC, McDonalds and all American clothing lines in light of the Gaza. Not only is the sign bigger than you can imagine it is right next to a an even bigger picture (about 10 stories) of a dead little girl in ruble. Words cannot even describe and I will not disgrace this poor child any further. So in a country that is overwhelmingly happy for our nation there is still obvious discord and anger.
5. Mom and I have been eating the best food ever. Suck it!
6. The Nepalese soilders that guard my mothers place salute us British style every time we come and go. It has become not only ironic but very uncomfortable as mom and I keep thinking of Benny Hill.
7. For the first time in my life (WAIT FOR IT!) I was able to purchase jeans from a store without getting them in petite or having to have them altered. I am considered average height here.
8. On that note, my feet are appearantly bigger than Shaq’s (for the record I wear a 7 or a 7 1/2) and when I tell people my size they look at me as if I have scurvy. Then laugh. Then walk away. Its a beautiful dance I must say.
9. I’ve had a bunch of people take photos with me. I AM HUGE in KL and world domination is at hand.
10. More people have asked me about Chris Brown and Rhianna then my opinions on Gaza. They also like to sing me lyrics just so I know who they are talking about. Nothing better than a group of Malays singing S.O.S or Disturbia.
Love and miss you all. Truly.
EDITORS NOTE: Sorry if there are typos and it is horrible. Writing on a very weird keyboard and trying to get it online with an internet slower than Time Warner.
