Malaysia

I don't know what these fruits* are called, but they taste of cellary and delicious. And they are fun to eat. I've had such amazing food here. It has a hint of familiarity. As if my Indian curry, or my Malay rice have a little bit of Tex-Mex chilli in them. Maybe they do.

Little do you know, but I am actually writing pretty heavily on my doings and goings here in Malaysia and back in Australia. My journal is sated almost every night. I keep writing as if it were public, and perhaps one day I'll transcribe** the entries for your RSS pleasure. Until then, enjoy me enjoying these crazy fruits.


Oh, and did I mention that I'll be in Africa in less than two days? I don't even know what I'm going to do. But I promise you. I'm not going to do what everybody thinks I'm gonna do- and FREAK OUT!!




*i must be alone in thinking that fruit, like fish or sheep is both plural and singular, b/c no one here says anything but fruits.
**TIDES lackys anyone?