Thailand is famous for their lady boys and cabaret shows. On a recent trip to Phuket, I bought tickets to see the Simon show. It kept me on the edge of my seat. Quite literally actually…because that’s the only way that I could actually see the show. The auditorium designer obviously didn’t think this one through. The girl seated in front of me wasn’t exceptionally tall either. If anything, she was exceptionally short.
There were a lot of parts that were boring, and if you check the time and wonder when it’ll end, then trust me, it isn’t a very good show. It was mainly lip singing and non energetic dancing. Honestly, the only good parts of the show were the comedy skits, which was quite sad. I mean, I didn’t expect them to really sing but I was expecting a good performance. A lot of the dancing lacked energy and seemed half assed. At that point, we weren’t even there for a cabaret show…it was more of a “is that seriously a guy?” show.
I had a pretty good experience at the Tiffany show in Bangkok when I was little (maybe I was too little to have standards), but after a disappointing Tiffany show in Bangkok, and now a disappointing Simon show in Phuket, I think it’ll be a loooong time till my next cabaret in Thailand.
Hey guys, I’ve been MIA for a while and as some may or may not know, have been travelling! Here are my 7 tips for travelling in Malaysia!
1. Carry your passport. I have been stopped countless times (whether I’m in a personal car or taking a taxi, and almost got arrested once for not having my passport on me!) I argued that it was at the hotel, and I could show him if he would come back but my two options were: pay the officer >.> or go sit in jail for I don’t know how long with other criminals. It’s absolutely ridiculous! And I’ve done my research. Malaysia’s jail isn’t exactly like the Swedish ones where it’s pretty much a holiday resort…
2. Download grabcab/uber. The taxis quote ridiculous prices especially if it’s raining/a tourist area. Even if they run by the meter, they still can rip you off (those meters skip like crazy!)
3. Don’t pay someone to get a taxi for you. There’s plenty on the streets. At KLCC, pavilion etc there is a “taxi service” where you pay them RM2 to call a metered taxi for you. Sounds sweet right? You’re not gonna get ripped off right? WRONG. Not only do you have to pay an extra RM2, these taxis are the most expensive! You’re better off getting ripped off by a red taxi…(the cost will be less).
4. Don’t read food reviews online. I’ve been to many places in Asia thanks to online reviews. But I don’t know if my palate just doesn’t match up with the Malaysian foodies (I love Malaysian food/street food), but the things they recommend are just…bad. Seriously, so many times I’ve found a 4-5 star review to a restaurant and it has gravely disappointed me. So find a reliable source (not just google star review..).
5. If you’re travelling alone, you can take the express train to/from the airport. It’s RM55 p.p. So perfect for one person. If you’re travelling with anybody else, it’s cheaper to take a taxi RM80-100 to get to the city area (and it goes straight to your hotel!)
6. Google maps/Apple maps is horrible here. It might be the confusing road names/ side streets but there have been many times I’ve tried seeking out a restaurant and have gotten completely lost.
7. Lastly, cops can be bribed. Just remember that 😉
Well that’s about it! Good luck and safe travels.
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”
And I’m staring at this mouldy ceiling, wondering whether any story will start outside of the room. The paint was ripping and the dust was settling in but you found art in all of the flaws, made meaning from all of its brokenness. I wonder whether that was why you saw something in me, because when you found me, you saw how I could be put together.
Maybe that was why I kept you near. Maybe that was why when time came, you didn’t leave like Winter but you left like a spring.
It’s not the same. Something has changed. There’s a glow, a wash of warmth that I didn’t remember seeing before.
I guess this is the face of freedom.
It’s frosty today.
Fog clings onto the glass of the bus and the blur of colours sweep by outside, shades of green, white and the occasional hue of opposing cars.
Who would’ve thought that fond memories could be relived here, that the hint of love could be exchanged on a pane of frosted glass?
“When a thing has served its purpose, it will go away. If you try to hold on to something that has already fulfilled its purpose in your life, you are going to hurt yourself. If holding on is disturbing your peace of mind, it makes sense to let go. Surrender all attachments to people and things that you have been struggling to hold on to.”
– Iyanla Vanzant
The space between us was going to grow, that much I knew; so much so that even if we were to sit next to one another, we’d just feel miles apart. Words would flutter between the empty space, taking roundabout ways to reach the ear. By then it’d be distorted into things we’d rather believe.