Malaysia - there and never back home again ;)

First of all, the trip to Malaysia would kill anyone: 12 continuous hours in a flying metal box is something I do not want to go through again, (hence the not coming home bit). Secondly, Malaysia has an atmosphere, a smell, a culture and a feel that I like. (I am so glad I'm writing this now, (after a shaming meal at MacDonalds.) and not at another time... (there have been atmospheres and smells I did not care for...)) But as for now, Malaysia is great. Our first day was spent sleeping (which is always great) and the second day was spent at Limkokwing University in Cyberjaya. Limkokwing is great. It's more than great. It needs to be attended. Or worked at ;) My conversation with one of the employees went something like this:

Employee: You must attend this Uni.

Me: : I nearly have my degree at a Uni already.

Employee: Get a second degree.

Me : I'm studying Literature, you don't have a Literature Department.

Employee: You don't understand, this is Limkokwing... You can start one!

Maybe I will. He will regret saying that :P

The rest of the day was spent in Putrajaya (Malaysia's administrative capitol) watching all the administrative buildings (Whooopi!) and cruising on the man-made fake lake. Dinner went eventfully along (eventfully relating more to the food than anything else): I had my palm (partially) read, and obviously something life changing is going to happen to me at 25. Apparently I also have an artistic skill that I'm suppressing. Maybe I'm the next Hitler, I've heard he was quite artistic.