And she resurfaces

I'm back in good ol' rainy, smoggy, dusty, sainsbury London!

Granted I actually left Malaysia more than 2 weeks ago and I've been on a spiritually fulfilling journey which encompassed Lourdes, Florence (not so spiritually fulfilling) and Rome. And then the Linstead Hall wardens bundled all the re-apps (officially we are now to be called hall seniors) up and dumped us in the middle of the New Forest to camp in heated wigwams for a night.

But now I am back and firmly rooted on London soil, awaiting the chaotic arrival of freshers who will think I belong to the Jurassic period. We've painted the welcome signs, we've filled up their fresher's packs with goodies, and we're going to smile all day tomorrow. It really is going to be a lot more fun than I make it seem.

On the other hand its strange to be in this position, especially in my final year. London's become smaller now that so many have left. Lionel's feeding his bacteria and lab mice or whatever in Singapore. Nicole's fending for herself in Stanford. Tao's eating the whole of KL. CL's gone soul searching again back in his kampu-, I mean Kuantan.

And I'm here. Missing Malaysia, missing Singapore, missing Hong Kong. I swear one plate of real char kuay teow a year is an awful, awful punishment! I miss Hokkien mee so much, some nights I cry myself to sleep.

Life's going to be hard this year... if I don't make the most out of it.

Extension of the Wan Mohd. Aimran fan club...

Haha, just teasing. But you know I'm a big fan.

Stop beating the racial drum - by Imperial's resident Malaysian writer is just one of many of his brilliant pieces. And I have to thank him for being the voice that dares to speak while the rest of the rakyat grumble, yet are too chicken to swim against the tide. (I'm one of them because my mum says she won't visit me if I'm arrested for insinuating there's even the slightest bit of racial disharmony in Malaysia)

Kudos again, Wan!