home is a parade of facemasks.
One expects home to look less like a war zone or an epidemic-struck crisis area.
However, H1N1(A), to give it its more socially acceptable moniker (The Coming Plague by Laurie Garrett has a brilliant chapter on the early origins of the 1970s "swine flu" epidemic and how categorically incorrect the pig connotations are) has driven usually paranoid Malaysia to greater heights.
Considering how neighbouring Thailand has clocked up 80 deaths, Malaysia is probably, in the long run, going to have the pleasure of crowing over our Third World allies and saying "I told you so". I must admit that the public health measures we are taking at the moment are nothing short of commendable.
On another note, Copehagen. Ah, Copenhagen.
Some cities are like the head-turner who sashays into the room, low cut dress, considerable assets, expensive perfume wafting your way, and any man who declines a look, even the swiftest of glances, is patently homosexual. Paris, Prague and Budapest are like that - adult Disneylands with everything to keep the package tourist satiated for days on end.
Some cities, on the other hand, are the plainer Jane, who you could lose in an instant if she vanished into a crowd, but who you know you are slowly developing a rather inexplicable crush on.
That would sum Copenhagen up. There are zero mindblowing attractions. Even the Little Mermaid is kinda...small. But there's just so much raw character about the place; it's the kind of town where there seem to be millions of places you could write poetry at.
Perhaps it's because I stayed a little too long; perhaps it's because I stayed with Danish locals who gave me a feel of Danish hygge.
Sadly, it's all irreparable now and I think jeg elsker Copenhgen.
i could live there, oh yes, with a bicycle, a few million kroner more than I have now, and a lot of funky Scandinavian furniture.
However, H1N1(A), to give it its more socially acceptable moniker (The Coming Plague by Laurie Garrett has a brilliant chapter on the early origins of the 1970s "swine flu" epidemic and how categorically incorrect the pig connotations are) has driven usually paranoid Malaysia to greater heights.
Considering how neighbouring Thailand has clocked up 80 deaths, Malaysia is probably, in the long run, going to have the pleasure of crowing over our Third World allies and saying "I told you so". I must admit that the public health measures we are taking at the moment are nothing short of commendable.
On another note, Copehagen. Ah, Copenhagen.
Some cities are like the head-turner who sashays into the room, low cut dress, considerable assets, expensive perfume wafting your way, and any man who declines a look, even the swiftest of glances, is patently homosexual. Paris, Prague and Budapest are like that - adult Disneylands with everything to keep the package tourist satiated for days on end.
Some cities, on the other hand, are the plainer Jane, who you could lose in an instant if she vanished into a crowd, but who you know you are slowly developing a rather inexplicable crush on.
That would sum Copenhagen up. There are zero mindblowing attractions. Even the Little Mermaid is kinda...small. But there's just so much raw character about the place; it's the kind of town where there seem to be millions of places you could write poetry at.
Perhaps it's because I stayed a little too long; perhaps it's because I stayed with Danish locals who gave me a feel of Danish hygge.
Sadly, it's all irreparable now and I think jeg elsker Copenhgen.
i could live there, oh yes, with a bicycle, a few million kroner more than I have now, and a lot of funky Scandinavian furniture.