Tuesday 19 January 2010

Asia leads the way again!

For years while we were living in Malaysia, the sight of Chinese women wearing sun sleeves to cover their arms while driving were pretty common. When we got here to New Zealand, we hardly saw anyone wearing them.

This morning I heard over the radio, the Cancer Society urging people to wear gloves or other protective clothing to prevent melanoma (skin cancer). How bizzare, the windscreen which was proven at one stage to prevent UV rays from getting into your car and onto your skin, is now a myth.

While the Chinese women in Malaysia and other parts of Asia predominantly want to preserve their fair skin from getting a tan (at least that is what I think), people in New Zealand will be doing the same, probably with some style, to prevent getting skin cancer.

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So, some business opportunity seems to lurk for those who want to make some money in this new and up coming trend. There are obviously more business opportunities out there. As time passes, someone will come up with more myths that were once facts.

Thursday 14 January 2010

Men's Guide to Ironing Shirts

Saw this "3 Wise Men" ad on Air New Zealand's inflight magazine and thought it was funny.

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The scanned image is really small so I will re-write the steps involved.

Step 1
If the shirt has buttons, unbutton them. If it has beads, sequins or anything metallic, throw it away. Same if it has rope ties. You are not a pirate anymore.

Step 2
Lay down flat on an ironing board, chest facing up. Sorry that should have read; Lay shirt down flat on an ironing board, chest facing up.

Step 3
Start with the collar. If you only iron one part of your shirt, make it your collar. Just remember to keep you jacket on all day if you do.

Step 4
Place one shoulder over the narrow end of the ironing board and iron the top of the back of the shirt. Repeat with the other shoulder. This can be quite tricky so turn off the telly, take your toast out of your mouth, stop checking the facebook, put on some undies and concentrate.

Step 5
Iron the sleeves from the top down, before opening the cuffs and ironing them flat. Try and get your cuffs so sharp that if you happened to be attacked by a man walking down the street, you could slice his throat with them if you had to. And yes we've seen that happen.

Step 6
Slip the shirt over the wide end of the board and iron the back. Here you can either iron with the back-and-forward method or the wax-on-wax-off circular method depending on whether or not you liked "The Karate Kid".

Step 7
Iron the front of the shirt, one half at a time. Don't get distracted by local body politicians, Mormons or Girl Guides selling chocolate Girl Guide biscuits at the door because you're almost there.

Step 8
You're done! Now place on a hanger. If the shirt still looks like your Grandmother's neck, give your mum a call to say you're popping over with a little something for her.

Hope all you blokes out there are now able to iron your shirts well. If you still can't go look at the yellow pages and find 3 Wise Men. They are in Auckland, Wellington, Christchurch and Sydney. And no, I am not being paid to do this. Have fun.

Sunday 10 January 2010

15 days and 5kg heavier

It was rather strange going back to Malaysia as a foreigner like we did.

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After a gruesome 10 hour flight on Malaysia Airlines, I swore never to ever fly MAS again. The service on this particular flight was terrible to say the least. To begin with the food was horrible. We were served Malaysian food on a Malaysian airline but was nothing like what it was supposed to taste like. Next, two toilets on a 777 were closed off because the crew decided to use two of the toilets as rubbish bins. Lastly, the crew could not even speak decent English, given that a majority of Malaysians spoke decent English, albeit with a Malaysian accent. What an image that would portray to foreigners!

Despite the gruelling 10 hours, Ashwini was still all hyped up as the games and movies on board were excellent.

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First and foremost, food! We were spoilt for choice. Two weeks was definitely not enough as there were more variety than we had room for in our stomach.

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All this only goes well with a tall glass of teh tarik.

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... or a cup of kopi tarik kau kau kurang manis.

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One for the road... we just had to have banana leaf rice with all the frills and eaten with fingers...

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Although Anil's version of eating with fingers was not quite what I had in mind.

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Ashwini decided to use a fork and a spoon, so that she can enjoy her meal.

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My all time favourite drink which I have yet to find in New Zealand.

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Malaysian roads were fantastic but the problem with Malaysia was the drivers. No one seems to follow road signs, that is when you were able to find signs. A 2 lane street immediately became 4 lanes when speed fell to 40kmph. And when it fell to below 10kmph, you could not recognise a lane, as it was free for all.

I was wondering which part of "No parking" that this particular driver did not understand.

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We were trying to find our way to KLCC, a major landmark in KL where the Petronas Twin Towers were located. Signs were visible from quite a distance from the city. However, as we approached the towers closer to the city, the signs were contradicting. One said take a right turn so I kept right but 50m before the actual turn, it said take a left. Then all signs for KLCC suddenly vanished only to reappear after we missed the towers. There were sign boards erected but a nice looking lamp post planted right in front of it. Then some smart Alec planted a tree right in front of the lamp post, making the sign way up front totally not visible.

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We were Malaysians and had trouble finding our way around. Imagine what a foreigner would feel like driving in KL. At one point, I thought finding my way in Bangkok was a lot easier!

When we approached the towers, it was totally worth the trip, despite getting lost a few times. The imposing towers were fantastic, especially at night. Despite living in Malaysia in the past, we never made it this close to the towers nor have I taken photos of the towers. Father and son had to lie down on the road to get a good shot.

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I soon realised that it was not only the signboards on the streets that were confusing. On our way back to New Zealand, I spotted this odd sign inside KLIA (Kuala Lumpur International Airport) where passengers were directed to the MAS Golden Lounge. Guess where it was placed and where it was pointing to? The men's toilet!

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After 15 days in KL and 5 extra kilogram on me, not to mention the bags that was on the brink of being charged for excess baggage, we said farewell to KL.

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