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      <title><![CDATA[Back to LA land]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[There was nothing interesting on the flight back to LA, except that everyone was made to take off their shoes on the stopover in Taipei. All the shoes were x-rayed to make sure weapons were not concealed within the shoe. I don't think they were scanning for poisonous gases as they let me through.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/110/Back-to-LA-land</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2002 10:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Last night in KL]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[My belly was a tight round from dinner but they marched into the house with more food. Half the family was over to see me off, to help me pack and to offer me last minute advice.

After dinner, I hooked up with Ariff. We went looking for Syahnaz who was in town on a blind date with some hottie who was still in her early college years. This was not the first time that Ariff and I were tagging along on a Syahnaz first date, and the routine had gotten a bit weird.

We met up with Syahnaz and what's her name at the Twin Towers and headed for D'Orange. Ariff and I had exactly enough money in our wallets for the cover so we were limited to the one free complimentary drink that came with entrance. We had our drink, danced a little, and left within the hour.

Because the night was still young, Syahnaz and what's her name stayed on at the nightclub. Things were going well between the two of them and it looked certain that their night was going to end with hours of uninhibited raw steamy multi-position sex. As for me, I had to go home to pack.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/109/Last-night-in-KL</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2002 10:42:50 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Gathering of friends]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[I finally got the two of them on the phone and we agreed on a location. A public place. With Lots of people.

Michelle picked me up at two-ish and Su Lin was already there when we arrived. We got a table and exchanged years gone by over over-priced coffee.

Later that night it was a reunion dinner at TGIF with the goons from Samad. 

Yun Wai and I were greeted by the TGIF greeter but we located our party and did not need her assistance to show us to our table. 

Hands clenched with hands, &quot;what's ups&quot; were exchanged and friendly insults concerning physical appearance started flying.

As the night wore on we got into details. Chun Fay now works with Lucent and is involved with a Korean girl, Kim Hyun Dai. I can't remember what Keng Han does for a living, but neither can he. I only know that he holds a very generic sounding position, I think something to do with accounting or finance. Su Hung now works as a building materials supplier, although his real job is to complain about his job. Yun Wai has a part-time job as my chauffeur, while Seng Ho and Weng Tuck are working on cracking their bank's safe. And last but definitely not earning the least, Tze Yang is a doctor who gets to treat old people smelling of Cap Kapak Angin.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/108/Gathering-of-friends</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2002 10:41:39 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Elder Felix]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[Mun Kit took a bus from Ipoh to Taiping and we hung out for a couple hours before I got on a bus back to KL. He was to catch a bus back to Ipoh from the same station half an hour after I left but missed the bus because he was looking for a prostitute.

I arrived in Pudu Raya and had to catch the LRT home. A couple cab drivers who did not know I was from KL offered to take me to PJ for $35. Burdened with two heavy bags, one on each shoulder, I was quite tempted to take up their X5 inflated price. Plus, being away from Malaysia so long, my sense of direction around KL was now reduced to following where the rest of the people seemed to be going. As I got closer to Central Market, things got a little more familiar and I was finally able to pick up the trail to the LRT station.

I got off at the Taman Jaya terminal and gave Dad a call to come pick me up. While waiting, I was approached by two Mormon white guys, Elder Hale from Utah and Elder Bob from Arizona. Elder Bob started to preach to me  about his religion, but to his dismay I spun the conversation around and started talking about the Arizona Diamondbacks.

Midway through our conversation, another member of their Mormon posse crossed our path, exchanged nods of acknowledgement with the two elders and went on his way . He looked familiar but I could not place his name. So I asked Utah and Arizona and they told me his name. 

&quot;Felix,&quot; I called out. Elder Felix turned and walked back towards us. Felix used to play chess with me some 15 years ago. The catch up with Felix spared me from a Mormonic sermon as the few minutes that were bought was just enough for Dad to arrive with the getaway car.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/107/Elder-Felix</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2002 10:39:13 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Food tour]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[For fear that we may be hungry before lunch, Hui Chin's Dad stopped to get us a Char Siu Pau each. An hour later we had shark's fin noodles for lunch. We were stuffed after lunch so we decided to walk it off at the Quan Yin temple where we found ourselves at a roadside assam laksa stall for more food. Busting at the seams, we headed to a Hindu temple to admire its intricate wood work before we stopped to eat again at an oyster fry shop. And except for a huge seafood dinner afterwards, that was all we ate that day.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/106/Food-tour</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2002 10:37:55 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Deaf for a day]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[I gulped down some saliva. Did not work. I gulped down some more saliva. Did not work. I waited for five minutes, and in the process collected as much amilase as my mouth could hold. In one swift motion, I tilted my head back and flooded the back of my throat with saliva. Did not work. I feared then that I was going to have muffled hearing for quite some time.

Nothing I tried seemed to work. I tried jabbing my pinkie as far into my ear canal, I tried pushing my palms hard against my ears and then releasing it to create a plunger effect, I tried humming to myself and holding my breath and turning my head real fast and coughing and sucking saliva up to my nose. Nothing worked, and we were already at the base of the hill.

When your ears get screwed up because of altitude, it's funny how everyone sounds so soft and you sound really loud, almost as though your voice box is miked-up directly to your brain. Just so you know, I regained my hearing over the next hour. Unlike normal circumstances where swallowing saliva takes you from muffled to crystal clear in an instant, the recovery process in my case was gradual where sounds slowly got more and more clear. As a precaution, next time I'll just descend a foot a day.

After driving 2 hours North, Mom, Dad and I met up with Hui Chin and her parents in Ipoh for lunch. After lunch Mom and Dad headed back to KL and I proceeded North to Taiping.

Upon arrival at Hui Chin's, we walked up several dark flight of steps until we came to a metal gate. On the way up, there was a segment that I could have sworn had total light loss and would have been sufficient for film development. I vowed to bring my yellow miners hard hat with a light attached on my next visit. We unlocked the metal gate, skipped up another flight of steps and voila, the place where Hui Chin grew up. Hers wasn't the glamorest of apartments but the place had character and was definitely a potential birthplace of a Keruoac.

Downstairs, Hui Chin's apartmen ..]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/105/Deaf-for-a-day</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2002 11:36:41 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Escape to the hills]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[Out of the three hills, Genting, Frasers and Cameron, Frasers has always been my favorite. Genting has too much concrete and Cameron's too far and full of smoky tourist buses. Fraser's has the freshest air, the best food, chayote squash to be stolen and a tennis court at Pines Resort.

The rest of the family went up the hill a day ahead because we stayed back to send Andrew off at the airport. But we did not miss much.

The drive up the hill was refreshing thanks partly to the dramamine pill which help me steady my head. The bungalow we had booked was very English looking, made with rusticated grey stone, black trimming on the exterior walls, square paneled windows, ample garden accented with plants along its borders. We arrived at lunch time and in no time it was tea time. We headed over to Ye Olde Smokehouse for scones but were quite disappointed by what was served. By the time we got back from the Smokehouse, it was dinner. And that's Malaysia for you. One meal after another.

Gary, Dee Ku and I had Cho Tai Ti and XO to entertain us for a couple hours before the New Year kicked in.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/104/Escape-to-the-hills</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2001 10:34:38 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Jun Gloom]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[&quot;Drink it. It's good for you.&quot;

It's funny how the human tongue works. The front and sides of the tongue allows you to taste sweet, salty and sour, while the back of your tongue is used to taste bitter. So by the time Mom's homemade bitter concoction hits at the back of your throat, it's too late to pull out. All you can do is twist your face till it looks like a well wrung towel.

It was early in the morning on Saturday, and I was on Dr Jun's massage table. Only because they told me it would be good for me.

We weaved through a sea of people, beautiful people on all flanks. Everyone had either a drink or a cigarette in hand just so they would not feel out of place. Colors flashed, swirled and twirled on a veil of second hand smoke. The music was thumpin', the people was bumpin', the whole place was jumpin', and booze crossed freely from bottle to glass. To accompany me on this wild and crazy night was Yun Wai, a high school friend I had not seen in about 6 years.

Away from Malaysia for so long, I did not ecpect to meet anyone I knew at Viva but I bumped into Joan at the bar. And into Kok Chun. And into no one else until much later.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/103/Jun-Gloom</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2001 10:33:10 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Bursting at the seams]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[The first part of the day was nothing to shout about. Took the LRT to the US Embassy, stood in, let me see, one, two, three lines, reminded myself not to say the 'B' word while in the vicinity, collected Hui-Chin's visa and headed home.

Later that night
Andrew and I threw a dinner for the family at this restaurant in Seapark. We ordered 6,7, or 8 really awesome dishes and by dinner's end we were all straining to breathe. Afterwards, we headed over to the Ah Ees place and Dee Ku brought out 30 kilos of durians for desert. That's like half a person worth of fruit.]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/102/Bursting-at-the-seams</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2001 10:31:46 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[Visit to Dr Feelgood]]></title>
      <description><![CDATA[We walked up to the door and they buzzed us in. The men in white coats lured us into a room where we were asked to strip. We were each given a pair of shorts to wear and then ordered to lie face down on individual tables. In five minutes, pain was going to be administered to each of us.

I was there to see about my toe. Gary was there because of his slipped disc. Uncle KB was there because he was old.

The doctor tending to my toe was Dr Jun, a.k.a. Minister of Pain. After getting a brief history about the problems I've been having with my feet and my big problem toe, Dr Jun started doing his magic. The first thing he did was massage the bottom of my foot with his thumb. I think he was trying to work out some of the knots in my foot. It was really painful, what he was doing, but I figured it was for my greater good. Dr Jun massaged my foot for about two minutes and then he told me he had to leave for a short while to go get his hammer.

&quot;Jeez, I must have some pretty big knots in my foot,&quot; I thought to myself.

Dr Jun comes back with a hammer in his hand and uses it to massage my foot. The pain was unbearable but I bore it anyway. A very painful 5 minutes passed. (Very painful does not really describe the extent of the torment I went through in that first 5 minutes but I needed to save heavyweight words like excruciating and agonizing for the 10 minutes of torture that was to ensue.)

Dr Jun was done with my foot and was now moving on to my toe. He stretched my middle toe straight so that my toe tendons were fully strained. And then with all his strength, he used the hammer to scrape along those tendons. All the nerves between my middle toe and my clenched teeth felt like they were just lit on fire.

Dr Jun fed the fire for 5 minutes and then stopped. I then felt his fingers grip my toe really hard. And with one swift motion, he yanked it with all his strength. Actually, I don't think he yanked it with ALL his strength because he yanked it another ten ti ..]]></description>
      <link>http://www.jeremychin.com/blog/post/index/101/Visit-to-Dr-Feelgood</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2001 10:30:36 +0000</pubDate>
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