I have just completed initiation into the spurious You're Officially Living in Asia Club. Requisites include but not limited to:
1. Token Food Traveler. Transporting food or food related items across international borders, no holds barred; I schlepped four packages of cajun sausage from Thailand to Malaysia. And though I have yet to watch my personal styrofoam ice chest circumnavigate a luggage carousel, a few more months should be all I need to conquer that milestone.
2. Flakey Fish Spa Patron. It all starts when you voluntarily forgo a conventional pedicure for something that offers more, shall we say, suction power.
Done and done, I'm in like Flynn.