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05/05/06 - One of the last things I wanted in my last weeks in Malaysia was to get conned, or almost atleast. Just a note if you haven't read the main blog properly, I wasn't conned in a game of Blackjack, the game of Blackjack was a whole con to make me hand over money in the promise that I'd get my winning 'prize'. Yeah, I was a fool, but when you actually see the 'prize money' and think it's genuine then you just forget about your own measly sum and go along with it. Have to compliment them on there tactics, but honestly I hope they get there asses busted...

Earlier on in the week there was a mild threat (no longer existent after about a day) of me having to leave Damai as I'm 'always' late home. I wouldn't mind moving to be honest, as Damai is miles away from Taman Wahyu, and even further away from KL and Ampang. The long bus journeys are getting a little tedious now. But I'll deal with new accomo when I get back to Malaysia, there's no point in moving in my last couple of weeks...

Ain't Deva just the cutest little boy ever? It seemed weird how I knew he wanted another kiss goodbye, but I find it a little weird how someone so young can think like that. He obviously loves me... But I'm a little concerned about Kartik III, I think I've got another obsessed fan on my hands, but this one's a lot younger. So who gets best boy award? I thought Eman would when I first met him but I'm sick of being his punch bag. Eswaren definitely makes it as my Tambi (little brother), despite him possibly losing my handphone. Ah, who knows. Is there such a thing as a well behaved boy?

And one last note, I'd like to stress the importance of labelling on children's clothing. I've seen a number of children (Eman, Durga I and II, Mira, Shamini and others) wearing clothes the wrong way round. Labels aren't there to prove whether clothes are real or not, there so you know what way round they go. This proves a serious pain when Shamini continously wants me to dress her (why me? I don't know...), there must be another way!!! Forget it...

12/05/06 - My last week in Malaysia! I've almost forgotten that my birthday is on Sunday, I seriously don't want to leave. The dreaded date, May 19th (a date Kane in WWE fears, but it's worse for me). Fourteen horrid hours on a plane to hell. Is the UK really that bad?... Yes... Asian Society makes the British look like a bunch of untamed animals, which they are anyway. I'll be out of there in a few months, and if not, I'll just escape...

But of things that I'll miss and won't in Malaysia, I think getting away from some types of Tamil movies may be a slight blessing. Every movie I see seems to have the hero managing to beat off ten other guys with machetes, and usual slits a few throats in the process. I had to make Nitia sit with me as we watched a corrupt police force station get burnt down and another guy get his arms chopped off and get left alive. I don't know what kids make of it, but hopefully it doesn't create any bad habits. But though I haven't seen any spitting in Tamil movies, that seems to be a seriously bad habit amongst kids here...

And lastly, I'm starting to notice alliances in the Sunday School classes. It seems Thavi, Sasi, Dharsini I, Eben, Rachel and Simeon are a strong team. They seem to back each other up if any of them get in any problems, and I noticed on Sunday that they wanted their work displayed together in a higher showing than everyone elses. Beware of the regulars, they'll be taking over soon...

19/05/06 - After eight months I have finally returned to the UK after a highly eventful time in Malaysia. I'll focus my attentions to my time and thoughts of the UK to next week, as this will be my last blog (for now) for Malaysia...

I think leaving a last impression is always important, whomever you meet. No matter what happens between two people, the 'goodbye' between people is the most important. Which left me in dissapointment in not receiving much of a goodbye from the kids in Laksamana. Despite tuitioning there around twice a week for almost three months, a goodbye and a thank you from everyone in the family would have been nice, but all I got was to kiss goodbye to Eswa, Chino and Shamini. But it left quite a contrast to Malavika's goodbye, who scores points for showing dissapointment in me leaving. But despite doing very little for her and her family, her mother still told her to say thank you and blow a kiss goodbye, which made most of my week. Just a little gratitude like that will make things better for next time.

So, after dehydrating in the jungle, being placed with a baptist church, being placed to work in a Muslim school, travelling to parts of Malaysia and Singapore, falling out with Sam, starting at Taman Wahyu, moving out of Ampang, getting terminated from my Gap Year, getting harassed to leave the country, visiting Borneo twice, visiting Port Dickson four times, staying with a family by chance in Cambodia, almost isolating myself from Westerners and turning Indian, finally developing a regular schedule, getting my handphone stolen twice and almost getting conned out of RM10,000, celebrating my birthday and saying goodbyes to people, I've finally returned to the UK. Just when things start getting good, they suddenly get a whole lot worse. Eight months ago, people said to me 'Welcome to Malaysia', now I feel that it's 'Welcome to England, now F off!'.

26/05/06 - My first week back in England, my life is no longer worth a daily blog (but as I finally developed a schedule, I don't think I quite needed a daily blog for Malaysia either). So what is there for my weekly segment? Well, I can certainly feel the contrast between Malaysia and the UK. I miss my students already (and after calling Rebecca's on Wednesday, I know Eben and his family miss me too), I miss Asian people, I miss the continually warm climate, I just miss it all!... But putting priorities first, I'm currently looking for a job (to earn money to return to Malaysia), I honestly don't care what I do, I just need money! This is the first time I've been unemployed in the UK this millenium!

So hopefully I'll have more of my life sorted out by next week, I've got a lot of discussions to do with people, which will hopefully determine some of my future for the next few years. But with regards to this site, I finally have the latest The Sims 2 expansions (except the smaller add-ons, I'll have those soon), so The Sims 2: Big Brother 4 has progressed a little further, with house and site design. And also today, I've been doing a lot of work on the Photography section. Though I had pre-planned to rearrange things, it turns out I have to redo all of the buttons as it appears Windows decided to rid of the 'Blue Highway' font style (which I've used for most of the site design), so I've now had to convert to 'Franklin Gothic Demi Cond'. I'll do my very best to convert things round, and get the Malaysia photos over to that area (all in their own little sections, rather than all in date order), and I'll try and sort out Bonus photos and the blog for my Namibia Expedition (four years on from when I went...).

One markable occasion to go down for this week, I got my first new pair of trainers for the first time in about four/five years. I'm not particularly fond of them at the moment, but hopefully I'll be able to ware them out soon enough so they have that right feel to them, but I need to find the time to wear my New Rock Boots too. And one last mystery for this week in regards to Malaysia, my father called my handphone on the Wednesday after I lost it and a woman answered and he heard children in the background. Who done it? I'm hoping not Laksamana again, not with all the time I've put in for them (but if I didn't, I'd have done nothing with my time anyway). And I called Rebecca this week. They miss me. I miss them. I want to go home!...