i finally made it to Malaysian!
so far things have been o.k. i am in sibu, which is in east Malaysia (Sarawak, for all you geography nuts out there, and i know your out there) its a city, though not that big or too busy. Apparently it has grown a lot recently, it just became its own district, with three different branches, two iban, one Chinese.

what is iban, you say? i will tell you. they are the native people of Borneo(the whole island, of which east Malaysia is a part--I'm sorry, geography is important to me) and they used to be headhunters a generation ago. oh yeah.
but they are the main reason the language is so messed up here.

so i technically learned Indonesian the mtc, because they don't print anything in Malay, the reason for that is because Islam people here in Malaysia feel very strongly about what they consider 'their words' (aka allah, see recent news, under 'christian church bombings') so we don't have a book of Mormon or anything, and the missionaries learn Indonesian. But once we get out here, we speak Malay. but in sibu, we are teaching the ibans, whose native language is iban.

hmm, what else? This mission is the best mission ever, here are a few reasons why

4.clothes. what you wear doesn't really matter, because people wear whatever they want all the time. basically anything looks nice. And we get to wear sandals all the time!

3.Missionary houses are pretty nice here. we live in a house the church rents from some Chinese people (the Chinese are the wealthy people here) four sisters, two stories, two bathrooms, washer, wood floors, need i go on?

2.Our beds are huge! easily queen sized, mine my even be a king. No one wanted it because it was the hardest one, but i like it.

1.the best thing? the thing that will forever seal Malaysia as the best mission? we can watch Rocky. not even joking, it is on the approved movie list, oh yeah.