It feels “suffocating” to update a blog when there are rules involved. There are things that I can’t write and some things that I shouldn’t write. Then, there are also things that I do not wish to write. In the end, there really isn’t much to write. I guess it is time to either break some rules or to break some personal habit.
I woke up this evening and noticed that it was still bright outside the window. When I checked the time on my mobile phone, it showed 8.30pm. It couldn’t be true. How can it be so bright outside when it is already so late into the evening? With the X-Files’ soundtrack playing at the back of my mind, I start to wonder what could be happening.
Later, my sister told me that this is how it is this time of the year. The sun sets after 9pm and rises at 5am.
After spending more than 10 hours in the air, enjoyed some (pretty good) Malaysia Airlines food, beer, wine and a Magnum drumstick, my mother and I safely arrived at the Wellington airport. We’re here for my sister’s convocation and will be spending a few weeks here before returning to Malaysia.
A nice guy who was willing to pose for me while I was waiting to take a piss.
My sister took us to a Malaysian restaurant called Cinta. It is operated by a Chinese family that came from Seremban. The food was okay and was quite reasonably priced, I guess. The thing that caught my attention was the price of their rice and roti canai. One plate of steam rice cost $2.00 while a roti canai cost $2.50. I am not even sure if the roti canai comes with kuah. I guess that means no midnight roti canai snacks until I get back home.
I am still trying to adapt to the weather here. It is summer but can be quite cold at night, early in the morning or when the wind blows. On the other hand, it can become quite warm when we enter into a store or restaurant. The constant temperature change is giving me a headache.
I experienced my first morning in Wellington today. Two words described it — freaking cold. I woke up a couple of times but just couldn’t pull myself out of bed. It was so cold that I had no choice but to “sleep it off”. After many rounds of waking up and sleeping back, a knock on my window by my sister “saved” me. I forced myself out of bed to open the door.
I told her what had happen and she asked me why I didn’t switch on the heater last night. I didn’t thought it would be that cold. In fact, I just wore a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt to bed last night. Thank goodness she gave me a thick blanket. 
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