Or not

It has become increasingly colder here than when I first arrived in late February. It was warm then compared to the soon-to-be rigid-fingers-freeze. And it's not winter yet.

There's going to be hell to pay again as I acclimate further and it'll be my fingers paying them as I have yet to stop cracking them as I set out to weeks ago--a really bad habit. In my mind, this appears as though it will affect the movement of my fingers a lot, but I can't be very sure.

Being sure implies certainty and there's nothing really certain about my life, sadly. There should be. Or not. I can't be certain.

Sometimes, I don't even really know what these ramblings are about but a stream of words somewhat related to cracking knuckles/fingers and the cold.

Weather

Most nights, you cannot see a cloud in sight. Stars everywhere, moon in clear view, moonlight on everything. The clouds you see at night are illuminated by the moon. Something about it that will tell you that you're not in Kansas anymore, except that it's Kansas was KL.

When it rains here, you will hardly hear thunder. That's not how it goes down here, for some geographical reason. I should be researching the reason why this is for you, but not this time.

Arrival/Customs Asshole

The only thing I bought from the duty free shops were a carton of cigarettes and a case of mini cigars--Davidoff: Exquisitos. They are nice. They cost RM94. For 10 of them--Expensive.

Fresh off the boat, looking for where to enter as a resident, I encountered this Customs Elderly White Lady. She was waving her walky-talky and confusing me. I must have hit her button when I asked her a question because she was very rude. She obviously needed to change her diaper.

What an asshole! It makes you feel like an idiot for approaching someone as politely as "Excuse me, ma'am."