It's less than 2 weeks, and still i have yet to aquire a room. I've been dialing numbers, text messaging, paying more attention to the concourse bulletin board, and asking around: So far, i've only seen 1 room. As i'm a bit xenophobic of staying with new people, i didn't give it much thought at 1st, but now, it's a vital option i'm forced to consider. It's located supposedly at the '18th' floor, but this flat where i'm staying (currently) has a weird counting system for the floors where a few numbers are left out, so it goes something like (e.g) 2, 5, 7 (i have no idea what kind of mathematical progression it follows, or it was just some bad joke that the residents thought was funny and should be universally embraced by all). So it could be the 9th or something.
I just got 3 more phone numbers to contact yesterday. Well, something to do once i get back then.
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Extra bit:
I just called a chap by the name of Mr. Kee, he says that there's a room behind a place which i'm familiar with, in Pulau Tikus (literally translated is Island of Rats/Mice, sorry but i have yet to learn the origins to the name; as most places in Malaysia have beautiful-terrible-myth-facts-history surrounding names of locations...), hopefully it'd be a fairly nice place to stay in (not to mention: easy on the deposits). He sounds like a nice guy (as most agents of any creed or line), though i might have some problems interpretating his thick hokkien dialect. I hope this is not going to be a bad ride to the butchers'. Wish me well, people.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
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