Other than the fact that the apartment I stayed in is filthy, the television works on manual antenna, a black out only in my apartment at 12 midnight and having to wait for the workers to come fix the blown fuse in the middle of the night while the maid sleeps soundly through the night (sometimes I wonder who is the boss), no beach (well, it is PD after all), drove all the way to Malacca but didn’t get to eat that chicken rice balls and cendol, didn’t even get to shop at Jonker street; the picture below is the only worthwhile thing taken during the trip down south, last weekend.