I am in India right now for my annual company trip.

India was a shock to me. Like most major capital city I travel to, the first time I arrived it was like &*@KEFMOVAP{LAWQAP$KBOCZR overwhelming.

But after a couple of days, I actually start to appreciate the local culture a lot more.

There’s one thing however, that remains confusing to me.

What exactly does it mean when an Indian wiggles his head?

Seriously, they do it all the  time. Sometimes when I ask them a question, they don’t answer anything. All they do is wiggle their head.

And I’m supposed to guess?

Kenny: Hey, can you take me to So-And-So Hotel please?

Indian Rickshaw Driver: *says nothing* *wiggles head*

Kenny: ???

It could mean any of the following things

a) Yes
b) No
c) I don’t know
d) 150 rupees, please
e) My rickshaw has no gas left, can you take another rickshaw?
f) I am not familiar with that hotel, can you show me the way? 
g) About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I’m in Seoul right now to participate in the upcoming marathon.

To prepare myself for the big race, I went to a Korean gym yesterday.

It’s called MF Fitness. MF here stands for Muscle Factory – as in, you go in there to build muscles. Funnily, upstairs from the gym is a pub.

The tagline of MF Fitness is "Pride Your Body".

Or in Korean pronunciation – "Pry Yo Burreh."

Two things I learnt while I was working out here.

First, I realised Korean men don’t cover up their bits when they change. I tell you, when I walked into the changing room, I felt like my eyes were soaked in kimchee.

It was horrible. I can see the "seaweed" on their "bulgolgi" all dangling out.

I don’t want to look, but when it’s in my face like that I can’t help but to see and compare.

Second, I am glad I do Malaysian men proud. 😀