What it's like to live in a fire place

Maybe some of you at home (in Canada) have been reading about the toxic haze slowly creeping into Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. Just so y'all know... it's affecting me over here. What is the reason for this hazey grossness you ask? Sumatra is burning. Apparently some people believe that setting everything on fire is the cheap (and ideal?) method for clearing the crop fields so that they can grow crops again next year. The only (MAJOR) problem is that the smoke from the numerous forest fires is carried by the wind over to Singapore, up to KL and it's heading even further north, consuming and destroying all mucous membranes in it's path. I guess this is one of the problems with living on the side of the world that is still developing. Some countries just can't afford/use the technology/have the technology to do things in a clean way that doesn't make the air into one giant cigarette. 

Kuala Lumpur: a confluence of muddy waters

It's been six months (?!?!?!?!) since I moved to Asia and 5 months since I moved into my apartment and really started living in Kuala Lumpur. I got into the habit of leaving KL every 2 weeks sometimes due to bordem and cabin fever,  sometimes due to my desire to travel Asia in this short 1 year. But there were weeks where I felt like I was spending too much time outside of KL and not really embracing the city. In the beginning I didn't really care because to me, KL was a crazy, overwhelming city without a grid system and it really just confused me for various reasons (the lack of logic re: everything, the roads, the transport system) and so I didn't mind leaving so often.