Bullet points for contemplation

Safe to say, this place has become a desert. Obvious situation aside, some observations:

1. Weekends, like happiness, is a myth
   
2. Sunscreen is NOT overrated
   
3. Feelings are overrated
   
4. One can never have too many pairs of shoes (or bags)
   
5. Star Trek is awesome
   
6. Over-exposure to global news is bad
   
7. I am going on leave soon and I can't wait

heart beating like a hammer

My tyre punctured last night. I am listening to Metric's Twilight Galaxy in the office. My mental block is a nuisance. I wish I could wear my red sneakers all day. I have no yellow shirts in my closet. Why is that weird? A girlfriend recently got married. I did my hair on the day and nearly everyone thought it was a wig. Exploring Cambodia this year seems vital for some reason. No one warned me growing up would be this tough - I'm not alright, right now. We can be anything we want. I will put away my memories for later.

I eez hungry laaa

I've got a packet of hati buyah on my table. Please don't ask me to explain which bovine part it is exactly or I'll lose my taste for it. But right now, being this peckish, I think I'd eat just about any animal organ. It's supposedly the lung. But I tell myself it's a really well done steak. Reaaaally well done. Our department secretary asked who was interested in a 100g for $5 pack this morning - I raised my hand. I thought she'd bring it in tomorrow. But right after lunch she popped by my desk and handed it to me, "Nah! Nyaman baunya eh" (read: "It smells awesome!").

It's 4.25pm and I AM HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Darn those light salad lunches. I need a real meal. Bring in the cows.

What's In The Bag?

Ladies and gents, presenting once again - What's In My LV Damier Neverfull?


Leatherbound meeting notebook
Corporate planner
Nokia E71
Sony Ericsson duty phone
Duty pager
Work ID
Bodyshop Tea Tree Antibacterial Gel
Small bottle of lotion (I nicked it from The Hilton)
Rayban Wayfarers
Half packet of tissues
Jabra bluetooth headset
Sugarfree mints
Soluble vitamin C
Batik print pashmina
MNG mesh bag (pen drives, pen, lip balm and glosses carrier)
Phone charger
Compact
Mp3 headset
Hairpins
Car/house/office keys



The list seems to get longer each year. I must simplify. Or get a bigger Neverfull.

The Trek

In a letter to a friend, I wrote:

I stepped out of the car with mixed feelings. I forgot what inspired me to make this long roadtrip. There was some regret and half formed thoughts in my sleep deprived mind. I looked at the morning sky. It was already uncomfortably warm. I wanted to go home. My friends started the slow trudge up the stone steps. Not too bad for a start. I was surprised the pathway was paved and level with the ground. If this was what trekking is, I would not mind doing this regularly. Then my naivete abruptly gave way to dismay - the level ground suddenly broke into crude blocks of wood and stone etched onto the side of a dangerously steep incline. This is what I got up at five thirty to do. This is good. This is healthy. I silently repeated those phrases like a mantra to distract myself from the pain shooting up my thighs and clenching inside my ribcage. I wanted to scream stop! Torture! For the love of God, stop! But I faked a brave smile when our leader called down from the peak of the hill to see how we, by extension the laggard of the group - me, were faring. I could barely speak so I waved, gritted my teeth and rode on the relentless waves of pain and kept on going.



I am planning to make another trip to Bukit Shahbandar next month. Women have a high tolerance or short-term memory for pain, I suppose. I did it once, I reckon I can do it again.