I will miss Pasar Malam!
And nasi beriyani, ayam percik, nasi lemak, teh tarik and roti canai !!!!
*pauses*
and..
jam tarts (mom promised to bake on my next trip back) *yay!!* , cookies , brownies and smoothies!
oh goodness…
and laksa, fried kuey tiaw, dim sum and toast bread !!
and chops, steaks, puddings, as well as deserts!
yummy…
………
…..
..
.
and also …..
my disappearing slender figure
*err hemm*
(excuse me? look who is talking ;p)
I will miss Pasar Malam!
And nasi beriyani, ayam percik, nasi lemak, teh tarik and roti canai !!!!
*pauses*
and..
jam tarts (mom promised to bake on my next trip back) *yay!!* , cookies , brownies and smoothies!
oh goodness…
and laksa, fried kuey tiaw, dim sum and toast bread !!
and chops, steaks, puddings, as well as deserts!
yummy…
………
…..
..
.
and also …..
my disappering slender figure
*err hemm*
(excuse me? look who is talking ;p)
During my 10 months stay in Miri, the below were normal conversations that took place in my life
*Me looking at stuffs*
Looks at sales person and when I was about to ask
Scenario 1 – Chinese Salesperson
Salesperson : Ya, boleh saya tolong?
Me : *Looks terkejut* Ya. Ini berapa?
Salesperson : Ermm…are you Chinese?
Me : Yes?
Conversation changed to mandarin..
Scenario 2 – Bumiputera Salesperson
Salesperson : Moi, mahu beli apa?
Me : *Points* Ini berapa ringgit?
Salesperson : RM * . Kamu orang apa? Kayan? Melanau? Iban?
Me : Kayan.
Salesperson : Oh, Kayan, tapi bukan 100% Kayan la ?
Me : Er, bapak Cina. Ibu Kayan.
Salesperson : Oh, kampung mana? ( Bumiputeras categorise themselves with kampungs/areas)
* and so the crapping session began *
During my 10 months stay in Miri, the below were normal conversations that took place in my life
*Me looking at stuffs*
Looks at sales person and when I was about to ask
Scenario 1 – Chinese Salesperson
Salesperson : Ya, boleh saya tolong? Ermm…are you Chinese?
Me : *Looks terkejut* Ya. Ini berapa?
Salesperson : Ermm…are you Chinese?
Me : Yes?
Conversation changed to mandarin..
Scenario 2 – Bumiputera Salesperson
Salesperson : Moi, mahu beli apa?
Me : *Points* Ini berapa ringgit?
Salesperson : RM * . Kamu orang apa? Kayan? Melanau? Iban?
Me : Kayan.
Salesperson : Oh, Kayan, tapi bukan 100% Kayan la ?
Me : Er, bapak Cina. Ibu Kayan.
Salesperson : Oh, kampung mana? ( Bumiputeras categorise themselves with kampungs/areas)
* and so the crapping session began *
Not knowing Forgeting how to drive a manual car can be super torturous.
It’s like you are handicapped person and cant move freely like the birds in the sky!
I am the living example of the handicapped driver. Pityful it may sound?
Perhaps not . I have been totally ignoring the fact that I may need to drive a manual car one fine day…like now! The car is there, but I cant get it to move!!
Shheehh…so memalufying kan??
Aduh….
But anyway, I will learn how to drive again, manual that is. This is what the whole entry is all about. Perhaps being blessed with ‘drivers’ here is not such a blessing after all. It’ll only delay my success in conquering the long forgotten skills I have once mastered before (okok, for only 1 week??) ;p
Anyway, to my ‘drivers’ in Miri, thank you very much. I appreciate your time and patience driving me all the way to and fro the secluded area of mine. I will drive you around with the manual car one day.. I dare you *teehee*
Xanga | zeapleonia April 13, 2008 | 
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