I feel so Malaysian. Came to work early, dressed almost in baju kurung - pale pink and beige concoction that is somewhere this side of a mu mu yet strangeley elegant (or I like to think so). Also sporting new (and rather hypocritical - see previous blog) 'Diesel' watch from Sunday night Bangsar Pasa Malum visit. Missed breakfast at home so grabbed a neat little pyramid shaped package of nasi lemak wrapped in the obligitory banana leaf then brown paper at the dodgy mamak shop, navigated awful, awful, stupid traffic to get here. Hot too - mental note, don't be first to get in ever again, is too hot.