I have to admit that I’m still not getting used to the blogging thing. Although I love to write I was never a diary keeper. It’s not that I have little to say or that my mind is empty of pithy observations - it’s just that by the time I’m sitting in front of a computer in an internet cafe they’re all gone!
Anyway…
While Liberta is off doing whatnot, I’m taking a look at the job scene in Malaysia focussing on what a software engineer with 20 years of experience (and a baaaaad attitude) can bag here. The inspiration for this endeavour came from a wierd night the three of us (Liberta, Cathy and myself) had at a bar called Oasis
in the Bintang area a couple of nights ago. I ended up talking to a number of quite flambuoyant
men, one of whom expressed interest in my computer skills, gave me his business card and asked me to call. The discussion we had (prior to my becoming incoherently drunk on free Jack Daniel’s) seemed to gel with the (similarly drunken) discussion I had with the diving instructor on the night of the landslide. Whilst there may be a drive in Malaysia to train people for IT work, they’re currently a bit crap. Well, I’m not crap so I reckon I can generate a little finance. If not finance, at least some contacts.
My research so far has revealed that there are certainly IT jobs available but the salaries are… how shall I say this… peanuts. And I’m sure you’ve all heard the proverb about what happens when you pay peanuts.
So, although I was planning to go back to the Petrosains (pronounced Petro-science) exhibition earlier in the afternoon, I’m instead going to call this guy and see if it really is my brain he wants and not some other parts of my anatomy which are completely unrelated to computers!
More on Petrosains later. My visit there has been one of the high-points of my travels so far and will certainly get a blog entry. If you’re lucky, I’ll also develop and write down my rant on global warming errr… sorry… climate change and other such nonsense that the Holy Church of Science trots out on a regular basis to control the laity. Oh dear… I’ve started. 
PS: The night in Oasis
included my first ever attempt at karaoke singing. Cathy and I delivered a stonking rendition of ABBA’s Dancing Queen
. My performance was especially pleasing because my microphone didn’t work! Yay!