Ok lah.. here's a POSITIVE aspect of Malaysia Boleh: remember my hike from the lawyer's office to the bank with a cheque for the balance of $$ due to me for the sale of my house? How I said nevermind if it didn't get into my account until next week, so long it's already being processed a.s.a.p.?
Well, by the time I got to the bank, it was 4pm, counters all closed: no impact on me cos I remember the last time I tried to deposit a cheque, they insisted I just use the cheque deposit machine. So there I was, filling up the forms etc getting ready to deposit it, when this Pak Gad (the security guard) comes in and helps out this other person who was clueless on how to deposit his cheque. He saw my cheque and asked if that was a house cheque (a cheque issued by that particular branch) - it was. He immediately helped make sue all was in order, then he took it from me, went to the counter (which was not closed to him I guess, and that the tellers were still there), got it deposited into my account, and whooohooo the $$ was mine to play with on Saturday!
Next: guess what this is ->
Actually that is my hairband... broken... sob sob!! This was the first in YEARS that didn't give me a headache when I wore it, nor did it grab me behind the eras so tight that it hurt so badly! I just gotta hang in there till i make my way back to the U.S. where I can get my hands on its twin... and probably go hunting in the stores to find more of that style...
"Back to the u.s.?" I hear you ask: uh-huh, time to brave another session at the U.S. Immigration counter in Newark airport... & before that: time to pack!
This picture was taken in early April when I was packing to get back to KL, now gotta do that again, w/o kitty to help :(