Time for island hopping in Malaysia. After months of consideration between how to rank the only three islands I visited I have finally reached a verdict. People who dislike stunning beaches, crystal clear water, and other island stuff, should stay away from this post.
I was a bit disappointed when I realised a ticket to the latest Hobbit movie cost near 25 USD in Sweden. Apparently it is a blockbuster and together with fancy 3D glasses there are no reasons not to milk out as much as possible. A “normal” movie on a rainy Monday morning is only around 18 USD. I had to go to Numbeo and compare a few worldwide cinema ticket prices to find out that tickets in Stockholm (Sweden) are among the highest in the world, being beaten by just a few other cities.
The Exotic or the Familiar? The Exotic is a world of knowledge, wisdom, and insight. It is a mental attack, challenging the Brain of Familiarity 1.0, where theory is put into practise. The Familiar is safety shooting down risks to restore harmony and to avoid cognitive dissonance. Exposure to something exotic, aka unfamiliar, is an opportunity (or threat to many) to magically transform something exotic to familiar, but that is a personal choice.
I grew up on the Swedish countryside, in a small town, lots of nature, few people, one time a couple of big moose’s walked into our garden, I thought I would be a professional football player one day, remember I was scared of the forest keeper, in winter time we threw snowballs at his window, he didn’t deserve it, he was a nice old man. A typical peaceful Swedish childhood without any stress or worries. Norway never attacks, in the summers the water is sometimes too cold for swimming, complaining about low salaries because cannot afford taking the family to Greece while only having one house and two cars,
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Yes! 6 months in Malaysia today. Was an insane increase in blog traffic from the last fitness post which made me think about what people really would be interested to read about. If I am not wrong the gym post from Japan was gladly enjoyed among my hardcore followers from Sweden (yes, back in the days I did not explore the English language). Well, after hard work (out) people deserve some rest and a proper holiday. Malaysia is a multiethnic country and that means plenty of extra holidays for everyone.
Time to make a post about how to stay fit when being an expat maintaining your (six) pack 365 days a year no matter where you go. The post will be, and has to be, subjective but might guide some lost people around the stress of moving away from home and for my parents to know if I am okay. I just write a few bullet points if you are not interested in my life story below.
How is Kuala Lumpur? Well, so far not completely impressed. You actually find all your South East Asian needs here such as local food/street food, shopping, good weather, nightlife etc. The thing this city does not give me the right feeling,. I don’t feel the city pulse, the inner culture, or any vibrant center or connectivity that would make this city more lively and colorful.
In the weekdays I go to work. Or more precisely – I travel to work. I have to travel because my office is not located in Kuala Lumpur as I first thought when it was told I would work in Kuala Lumpur. No, I work in Cyberjaya. That name reminds of some kind of place were the cyborgs from hell came to rebuild their new home planet after slaying all human life on earth. Previously the name Cyberjaya was referred as Cyberjungle for the reason it was just jungle before the Malaysian government decided to build up a massive IT park over there, alike Electronic City and Hitech City in Bangalore respectively Hyderbad….
I am trapped inside. It is not the toilet door this time but hazardous haze from Indonesia that already has plagued Singapore and south Malaysia for over a week. Yesterday the haze reached Kuala Lumpur, still I could breath pretty normally and see at least a couple of hundreds meter from my balcony. Today I woke up feeling if I had been intoxicating something really bad from last night, opened the curtains and could not see a single centimeter outside my window. I have closed all open windows, but still the heavy smoke is torturing my breathing system and it smells a bit of death in the air.