Only in Malaysia..
I love Malaysia because only in M’sia:-
1. You’ll see three uncles singing softly to Cliff Richards in a coffeeshop on a rainy afternoon playing chor tai tee.
2. You get to see the latest blockbuster movies (for example, today’s movie was Blood Diamond) playing on the big screen at around 10 p.m at mamak. PLUS, if you make friends with the mamak people you get to bring your OWN dvd and they’ll play it for you. NICE! As close to hiring your own cinema and all you have to do is pay for one teh O ais.
3. You get wifi in a coffeshop. And I’m not talking Starbucks and the like. Btw, Kopi Ais waaayy tastier (not to mention cheaper) than your Iced Caramel Macchiato Grande with Soy milk.
4. You get to eat your fruit directly at the fruit seller’s stall. Can’t get any fresher than that. Plus, boleh exchange if its not up to standard. Safeway eat your heart out!
5. You buy 10 dvds you get one free! Not to mention the dvd seller who’s actually attempting to communicate with you in some secret dvd seller-patron code about the police when you’re actually thinking he’s talking about the monsoon weather.
But all is not a bed of roses because Only in Malaysia..
6. You’ll encounter horrendously bad traffic as well as really poor driving etiquette. I’m suffering from road rage and I don’t even drive!
7. You’ll hear the most irritating and shrill voices of little girls/aunties singing Chinese New Year songs from every corner of every mall/radio station/shop. Festive? Heck no.
8. You’ll get touts who try and blackmail you into paying extorbitant prices for parking in "their" designated parking spots when its clearly government property.
9. If you find a bug in your meal and the chef doesn’t blink an eye. He simply flicks it out and scolds you for being picky.
10. You’ll encourter the baddest mozzies ever. The mosquitoes have become spray/fog/coil/smoke resistant and are fast evolving into some super hybrid species capable of squeezing into an air tight room AND biting through sweaters. One bite from the wrong one lands you in a hospital with a doctor named Murthy poking a needle into your arm every few hours.
Good and bad.. it still feels like home 
