Malaysia, I love you.

It has been 2 months since I've not updated my blog and also nearly 2 months (note the difference) since I've been back in Malaysia.

I've been stuffing myself excessively like a pig, not to mention, I've grown a double chin and a couple or maybe one extra flab around my waistline. Damage done? Probably 3 kilos or more. And as manly as I would like to say it, I am damn right proud of myself for the extra pounds!

Life in Malaysia has been great, especially when I treat my girlfriend like a kuli like making her drive all the way to a Shih Lin outlet to buy me oyster mee sua, the second love of my life. No wait, actually, it's the first because I think it's better than orgasm. Also, my sweet girlfriend did bake for me super scrumptious Nutella Chocolate cookies so hence the extra weight. As you all know, I also have this fetish for mamaks and McDonalds for supper so every night before I sleep, I make sure I eat either a burger or a roti canai before I go to sleep. It's just like consuming pills, I follow the regime carefully and regularly.

That's why I'm a medical student :)

Back home here, I still do convert! Because, it makes me feel good about spending money back here. Just divide everything by 5! Deep down inside, I'm a shopaholic. I'm beyond redemption and there's no saving me. I try to turn back to my old roots, but the currency RM is too hard to resist. It's like I have striked a TOTO jackpot!

Dublin has changed me. I am a changed man. I like drinking. I got wasted on Merdeka's Eve without my girlfriend being beside me and she's not very happy about it. If evidence weren't posted on facebook, I wouldn't need to fork out extra cash to compensate for my doing that night. I had to buy my girlfriend a meal to make her happy but sadly enough, she wasn't happy because money doesn't make her happy. Money isn't everything to her. Sigh, I chose the right girl :)

My girlfriend always complains to me that she thinks her mother loves me more than her. Recently, she cooked up a storm in the kitchen and had a steamboat dinner for me. I was addicted to the tomyam soup. It was brilliant.

Time's running out in Malaysia, and I'm going to miss every single bit of it. Thank goodness I'll be back for good next year! No more Euro spending!
If you think I'm Jeff, slap yourself and I don't even think you deserve to live.