This is taken directly from my journal during my time living in Malaysia. Hopefully you can imagine what was being perceived by the senses.

Pangkor Night

The I-Beams are curved. These old heads really seem like they’re on dirt. Everything looks dingy. A lot of food spots. Teresa and Odee are handling the business. I’m not sure what the people are saying. Something smells sweet. Still butt hurt bout the nigga taking my shoes. Indians move exclusively.

Made it to 2 different festivals. Both were free. Performances from Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia. Food festival was free. Speaking in mandarin. Chinese women like to look but don’t like being looked back at. Malaysia squads moving at night. No matter where you go there is always the macho man. I’m in the sand, climbing trees.  Bridget is still home.

No matter where I go, everywhere just serves the same food. Right off the ocean. Very breezy. All the people seem broke but they are very happy.

Freestyle from This Entry

Residing in Asia 

Speaking the language and picking up customs

When the skin is this chocolate 

Some looks may be funny 

In my bag like customs 

it’s a time difference 

I’m hours ahead and yet you still fussing