Visualize the trip

What to see more images from my travels? For Bali, click here. For Cambodia, click here and here. A Malaysian album is coming soon.

Oh, we are so over

This is it. The end. After almost two months, our relationship is over. I'm breaking up with Southeast Asia. I packed up my stuff, and I'm moving out. It's time to head home, wherever that may be (my boarding pass tells me Chicago).

I didn't mean to cast such a negative tone over the "relationship" with the 'Kelsey's Got Beef' post. It really has been an amazing experience. The bad comes with good in Malaysia, and there will be things I'll miss - the 3-to-1 exchange rate for starters. It's incredible to think that I've been living in a place where three major races and a dozen religions all exist peacefully. It's a moderate Muslim country. Yes, it exists. This is a Third World country with fantastic shopping, all the food you could ever want, and a convenient rail system. But I'm sorry, Asia, it's me, not you. It's time to move on with my life. My limo is coming soon - about 25 hours and a half dozen bad Korean meals later, I'll be back in the United States.

But for how long? Who knows. I imagine not long. I've already been thinking about returning to Siem Reap to volunteer. And maybe even joining the Peace Corp. But I'll probably date around for a while first before I settle down. I hear magazine journalism asked for my number...

I was on fire!

I finally got around to doing the Tibetan fire therapy - check it out!

I have to say it didn't do much for me. But maybe it's because I couldn't relax - the Chinese lady setting up the stuff acted like she didn't know what she was doing and had to get help from another masseuse. All I could think was 'Oh my god, I'm going to die. I'm not going to have any hair. She's going to light me on fire.' She did it on my back and on my stomach and knees. My front was actually a lot less sensitive than my back, which I didn't expect. But if I was going to do it over, I'd probably do cupping instead (where they use suction to release the bad wind from your body.)

Afterward, we went to the national mosque. It was the last thing on my Malaysia to-do list. We got there just in time; tourists aren't allowed in during prayer times. It was actually a lot less impressive than I thought it'd be, but it's an old mosque and I guess the federal one is the bees knees. It was intereting though, and I'm glad I went. I had to wear this huge lavender robe inside and I (as a woman) wasn't allowed in the main prayer room.

Career Moves?

Today I met with Margaret Sebastian, managing editor of the magazines Her World and Shape, the Malaysian edition. I almost wish I was staying here through the end of the summer and could intern with Blu Inc.; Margaret would be a great mentor. She's smart and saavy and knows exactly what she wants. Plus, here I am along with a million other journalism students clawing for an unpaid internship in NYC and Margaret can't find good enough interns. And they're paid! And there's the possibility it'll turn into a job! It's a dream come true. She said she's having trouble because the quality of English is going down among college students, which I found really surprising.

What scared me about the interview is that she totally called my bluff: She said she has trouble finding editors because people's experience shows they had editor titles but don't have the foundation to back it up. Meaning editors need to be good writers first. And that scares me. I wrote so much in high school that by the time I got to college, I was a little burnt out. So I started editing. I loved it so I kept at it. But now that I'm applying for EA positions, I'm worried my resume doesn't show that I can write. (Readers: please don't judge this blog as a reflection of my professional writing). Any advice?

Overall, the meeting was really interesting though. She talked about how it works printing an international title (besides Shape, Blu Inc. also publishes Marie Claire, Men's Health, and Seventeen), covering the country's diverse population, why subscriptions don't work in Malaysia, how she got started (she was an English teacher), changing the Her World focus from 20-30 year olds to 30-40 year olds and why it was a good idea, etc. etc. It was a good reminder of why I want to work in magazines.

Her advice: Don't focus on moving up the masthead. Instead, work hard at your job and figure out who you can learn from.

Kelsey's Got Beef With Malaysia

Well, as the trip winds down it's time to reflect on my time here. Yes, it's been great, but what's better than some good old fashion ranting? Here's what I have beef with, deservedly so or not:

• Everyone is late - Alright, I can't say I'm ever early, but if something starts at 5, I'm there at 5. One time I was suppose to be picked up at 9:30 p.m. and they didn't come until 10:45 p.m. It's like that ALL the time.
  
• Traffic - NO ONE uses their turn signals, one of my biggest pet peeves. People turn left from the right hand lane and visa versa. Motorcycles drive against traffic sometimes. Taxis claim they don't have meters so they charge you up the whazoo. People double, and TRIPLE park, and sometimes the street parking is run as valet by the local mafia.
  
• Spitting/B.O. - There's a lot of it going on. And it's gross. Enough said.
  
• Mosquitos - I haven't figure out how to avoid them. I've used sprays, lotions, candles, coils - even a mosquito patch! NOTHING WORKS; I'm covered in bites. It doesn't help that it rains every day and there's open water all over the place.
  
• Market Smell - The people here love their dried fish, and that pungent aroma follows you EVERYWHERE. Add that with the smell of durian, known as the "bathroom fruit" (you're not even allowed to bring it into hotel rooms or rental cars it's so gross), and you have quite a charming stank.
  
• Internet - Listen up, Streamyx. If I actually lived in KL, I would come down to your office and give you hell. Every. Single. Day. Streamyx is known as the best - among only a few as it is - Internet provider, but they keep accepting new clients and not expanding the number of people who can access the Broadband portal. Plus, every time it rains - meaning everyday - it's down. For hours.
  
• Rush or stand? - Alright, this one is kind of confusing. At the airport, when the first announcement is made about the flight - even if it isn't boarding for 20 minutes - everyone RUNS up to the gate. It's really crazy. Same thing happens when you're getting off an elevator. The doors open and the people rush in without letting anyone out first. Now the flip side to that is people on the sidewalks. Anyone who knows me knows I HATE slow walkers. Well, here they aren't even walking. They're standing. It's called a sideWALK. Move your ass.

This entry is dedicated to Krissi Xenakis and Doug Callahan at Link who listened to me complain just about every day last summer. Miss you guys.

Last weekend out in KL

Friday night I went out with Sharmini again to The Mansion and to this crazy Venezuelan party at Cuba, the club at The Westin. The party would have been a ton of fun if you had a good group of people and wanted to dance, but I think Sharmini and her friends were a little weirded out by the crowd. I was kind of out of it because we'd just got back from Cambodia really early that morning and I hadn't napped or anything.

Last night we went out with my aunt's friend Noma and her husband Ash, who is a big wig in General Electric's India division. They were just in town from Delhi for the weekend. Cindy and I were going to visit them on this trip, but Noma was originally going to be in the U.S. when I was here. I'm dying to go to India. Luckily, I made friends, and Noma said come visit any time. Yay! She's so, so nice and would a blast to hang out with.

We went to dinner at Chinoz on the Park in KLCC (part of the Petronas Towers, once the tallest buildings in the world). They have a tastings menu, which I'd never tried before - each person selects two appetizers, one main, and a dessert and the portions are small so you get to try a little bit of everything. It's really nice both for picky people (like me) that don't want to risk trying new things because it might ruin the meal and for people who like a lot of different things. I really enjoyed it. Afterwards, I convinced (really just suggested, didn't think it'd actually work) everyone to go out. We ended up at Luna Bar, this posh watering hole on the top of the Pacific Regency Hotel. A couple entries back I said to go to Menara for the view, but if you're of drinking age (not even sure what that is in Malaysia...), spend the extra money and go to Luna Bar instead. It is expensive, but the night view is impressive and the ambiance of the place is fantastic. The lower level seating, comfy futons in the bay windows and couches, are situated around the open-air pool. It's a place where you could be social and mingle or have a great time hanging with friends - and be able to hear what they're saying. I wish I'd had my camera, but here's a pic from the Web site. Noma and Ash threw a New Year's Eve party at Luna a couple years ago and said the fireworks were amazing. I imagine so. I guess the men's bathroom is pretty cool - it's just a glass wall so it's like you're peeing on the city!

Alright, I'm off to Jalan Petaling and Central Market to finish up some souvenir shopping. I can't believe I leave in a couple days!

Where's Andy?

It's still July 4th in the States, so that means Happy Birthday, America! Today is also my friend Andy's birthday, so this entry is dedicated to you, Dee. Those of you that don't know about the "Where's Andy?" series, here's the condensed version: In high school, me and couple friends dressed up as Andy for Halloween. Since then, everywhere I've traveled, the Andy mask has gone with. This is his second trip to Malaysia. Andy is my get-rich plan; I'll publish a coffee table book called "Where's Andy?" with pictures of the mask round the world. It's a work-in-progress. Here's a sneak peek: Our Cambodian tuk-tuk driver, Mr. Leng, as Andy.