Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Bali Bound

     You want to hear about how small the world is getting? No, well I’m going to tell you anyway. I have a friend from Spain (lives here), N who recently went on a trip to New York City. I am a Colgate graduate; that roughly translates to; you are abnormal if you do not live in New York City or at least the tri-state area. I happen to have a close friend L who speaks Spanish quite well so I introduced them to each other. I haven’t seen in L since he left Denver, back in February (March maybe?). However, it gets better than this. The other day I reading the news feed of a social media website (it’s not that hard to guess) and came across a message about another Euro friend D from Copenhagen. He is going to be in Bali the same time I am. Don’t know if we will meet up or not, but the situation gives that small world feeling. Especially considering another friend of mine, J has been living in CPH for the summer. Furthermore, I’m meeting CSers (in Bali, which is in Indonesia by the way) from Singapore who hail from India, Egypt, and Canada.
     So what do I make of this…I don’t even know what to call it…scenario perhaps? Well I either believe that the world is about to face some crazy changes by all of these people zipping around from country to country, or I really need to stay indoors. Then again, this being my 19th move and the third country outside of the US that I’ve spent over 2 months in I’m not too surprised. It should be one hell of a trip.
     In other news I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my leg when riding horses because it hurts, and up until today I’ve been hobbling around. Will this keep me from my usual Wednesday shenanigans? No. I like the re-discovery of the Wednesday outing. It brings me back to the ‘good ‘ol days’ at ‘Gate. However, the music isn’t quite as good as the Jug. On the plus side, I do not have to worry about someone stealing my Northface. If you don’t get those references, don’t worry about it.
     If I don’t come home, you know where to find me…
-M

Sunday, July 24, 2011

All the king's horses and all the king's men

     There is something about being around horses that puts me at ease. I can't explain it, but for whatever reason it makes me happy. I rode as a kid (my parents may argue that exposing me to this was a mistake on their part) and as a teenager, but I never had a horse of my own so at a certain point there wasn't much more I could do. I spent a majority of this weekend at a polo club. A friend of mine, S, is a pro polo rider and offered to take me out. It's been, well...a while, so my first time back in the saddle was a bit unsteady. Plus, I wasn't riding a lesson horse, or even really riding English (the only things I knew about polo before this weekend was popped collars, sticks, balls, and whatever the movies portrayed). However, I really enjoyed it. Today was much smoother than yesterday. It's amazing riding a pro horse. The closest thing I can compare it to is it's like driving a really nice sports car. The responsiveness of the horse is truly awesome. The style of riding, although it looks similar, is actually quite different - it has more of a Western feel to it than English. So it was even more of an adjustment for me, but I'm getting the hang of it...slowly.


     Just like the start of the snow season, your first time back in the saddle comes with its soreness. It's a reminder that you do in fact have muscles in places you didn't think you did (don't be pervy). However, it's the type of muscle soreness that is rewarding, reminding you just how great it is to do something you enjoy again.

     The game of polo is, no doubt, extremely difficult to master. It fascinates me from the standpoint of coordination between person, horse, and team. The horses are bred to be as smooth and agile as possible, and believe me they are. I have been told (and after witnessing, believe) it is the fastest team sport out there. Admirable in its own right. In America it does have that 'douchey'/ 'snooty' reputation, but I really didn't find that here. Everyone was super friendly and laid back. I appreciate this and enjoyed spending time there.


     After watching the rest of the matches on Saturday S and I headed into BB, yet again. It was a good night filled with excellent conversation and some great people watching. Today we checked out a different place, where there is live music. It is one of those bars that reminded me a bit of home, it had more of a dive thing going, but not in a bad way. A place where it is more about the company you keep than the party. It was good to just chill and talk, as my mind has been spinning lately. Nothing to write home about out about, just the expected off-balanced pirouettes that bounce around in my mind.

Well I'm dead tired and in need of some zzz's




-M

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Disco Lemonade

     One week until I head out to Bali. I really need to find a place to stay though. Those plans fell through yesterday. Maybe I'll just choose the beach...

     In other news, the competition I worked on last week got short listed. It's pretty exciting, although I'm not so sure how or why. This obviously means more work, but I've been spending my days building a Revit model of a residential development in Penang so we will see if I get moved or not.

     This week was filled with the usual. Saturday C and I stayed in because, well, between the two of us a boat load of stuff got stollen from us and that killed the mood. Sunday I hung out pool side with C and E. Then we had an awesome Lebanese meal complete with shisha. It was a perfect Sunday. Gorgeous out.

     Monday C and I had some Thai food around Wangsa Maju. I saw one of the best urbanscape sunsets I have ever laid eyes on. I debated whether or not to bring my camera (we were still a little paranoid) and I'm bummed I didn't. The way the bright colors of the flakey paint on lean-to, corr-tin food shacks collided with the brilliant oranges and reds of the setting sun across the city created a stunning backdrop for a great meal. As the sun set we sipped teh-o ais limon out of sweating glasses and watched characters go about their business. It's times like these that remind me that I'm alive and I love it here.

     Although I haven't given it much thought, people have started reminding me that I'll be leaving soon. I'm not ready to dwell on this idea so I won't, but it sparked me to write the sequel to my 'Things I will/won't miss' list. Without further delay, sort of in order:

Things I will miss

1. The people. Hands down the number one thing I will miss here. I have met some absolutely amazing individuals. Not to mention, the people watching here can be quite entertaining (I will get to that some other time). It's amazing to meet people from all over the world. I am surprised by how global KL actually is. Most of the people back home would be shocked as well, considering they either a) did not know where it was or b) thought the capital of Malaysia was Singapore.

2. The food. It's awesome and you can get almost anything (American bacon is a bit tricky and overpriced). The flavors are something to experience. America needs to adopt a better street food culture.

3. Accessibility. Transport to neighboring countries is cheap and easy. When you get sick of things, it's easy to leave.

4. Cheap stuff. I don't think I need to explain this one.

5. The CF. Although I do get annoyed with it sometimes, I not-so-secretly get a kick out of it. I like the challenge.

Things I won't miss

1. Not having air conditioning. Although I've gotten used to it, it still sucks. especially if it doesn't rain for a few days. It also makes things like doing your hair/makeup much more difficult. Not that I really care that much.

2. Cheap Stuff. It breaks/gets ruined easily. Causing you to buy more cheap stuff. Repeat. The consumerism here makes America look like a bunch of Sallys.

3. Expensive alcohol/limited beer selection. The should also need no explanation.

4. Being a Mat Salleh (Westerner). I hesitate with this one because it's who I am and it does, of course, have benefits as well. So I guess what I'm trying to say I won't miss people trying to take advantage of me because of the color of my skin. No I do not want to get in your un-metered taxi, no I don't want to buy your food just b/c it says 'western', yes I DO need the 30 day LRT pass, and just because I'm a Westerner does not mean I'll put out. Most of these problems come about when you hang around touristy areas, so I don't deal with it often, and I noticed my parents got it much worse than I did.  If you know what you're doing it's not a problem, but you are always going to be an outsider. I also like how the phrase means 'mad sailor.' 

5. Lack of clothing. Superficial I know, but I under-packed in terms of clothes and money doesn't grow on trees so it isn't like I can just buy a ton. My stuff here is starting to get kinda worn out. 

Well it's food time yum yum. 

-M

Monday, July 18, 2011

I Heart My City

I found this survey here. It was a project done a while ago through National Geographic. As most of you could probably guess, I love NatGeo. So I decided to fill this one out for D-town.




My City Questionnaire

Denver is My City

The first place I take a visitor from out of town is Rocky Mountain National Park.

When I crave the perfect burger I always go H Burger or My Brother's Bar.

To escape the super-packed bars I head to Forest Room 5.

If I want to eat sushi I go The (Sushi) Den.

For complete quiet, I can hide away in The Tattered Cover.

If you come to my city, get your picture taken with a bum on 16th St or the Big Blue Bear.

If you have to order one thing off the menu from H Burger it has to be Marshmallow Nutella shake...spiked.

Falling Rock is my one-stop shop for great beer, with over 105 choices you are bound to find something.

Locals know to skip 16th Street and check out the Highlands instead.

When I’m feeling cash-strapped I go to happy hour.

For a huge splurge I go to Cherry Creek.

Photo ops in my city include the Millennium Bridge, Denver Arts Museum, Red Rocks, and Mount Falcon and the best vantage points are Mount Falcon, Red Rocks, and my balcony.

Balcony


If my city were a celebrity it’d be Cheech or Chong.

The most random thing about my city is the people.

He doesn't live there anymore, but this is not something I would put under 'unusual'

My city has the most ski bums and mountain men...hence Menver.

My city has the most athletic women, and cougars.

In my city, an active day outdoors is pretty much everyday.

My city’s best museum is most would say the Denver Art Museum...it's a touchy subject.

My favorite jogging/walking route is Commons Park or Wash Park.

For a night of dancing, go to the Church, Beta, or the Gin Mill depending on your mood. Or, for live music, check out RED ROCKS.
Red Rocks

Illegal Pete's or a road side burrito joint is the spot for late-night eats.

To find out what’s going on at night and on the weekends, read Westword.

You can tell a lot about my city from the smells: food, snow, and pot. Yelp! is helpful as well.

You can tell if someone is from my city if they own cowboy boots, a snowboard jacket, and a Tim Tebow jersey...or better yet, wear them at the same time.

In the spring you should be at Fado's for St. Patty's, Closing Weekends, and Opening Day @ Coors Field.

Playoffs

In the summer you should go to a rooftop, then see a game in the Rock Pile, then return to a rooftop, wake up the next day rock climb, then head to Jazz in the Park.

In the fall you should walk around The Confluence, go to the Great American Beer Festival, and go out for Denver Cruiser Rides end of the season.

In the winter you should hit the slopes, come back to Denver for Restaurant Week.

Backside of Vail

A hidden gem in my city is the Rodeo, although it isn't that hidden =).

For a great breakfast joint try Mona's or Snooze.

Don’t miss the Great American Beer Festival in September/October.

Just outside my city, you can visit the beautiful Rocky Mountains.

The best way to see my city is by bike.

If my city were a pet it would be a dog, everyone has one.

If I didn’t live in a city, I’d live (where?) Oh you probably shouldn't ask me that as my answers are endless.

The best book about my city is Jack Kerouac wrote here.

When I think about my city, the song that comes to mind is the South Park theme song.

If you have kids, you won’t want to miss camping.

Seeing 'cowboys,' 'ski bums,' 'hipsters,' and 'hippies' co-exist could only happen in my city.

-M

Saturday, July 16, 2011

A tale of two unarmed robberies...

     How can I even begin to describe this week? If I can't do that, then last night certainly has no single word to describe it either. The closest thing I can think of is A-bomb of all cluster fucks and that's what? 5 words.

     As a warm up for the story to come, you should understand the week I've had. Consider it the opening act. My parents were in KL until Wednesday. I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked because of work, but they took my housemates out to banana leaf (I should so open up a shop back home...). Wow, that seems like forever ago...and it was Sunday. Monday we grabbed drinks at the hotel clubhouse, which had a killer view of KLCC. Unfortunately, I had to finish up work back at the hotel; and by finish I mean start. It was a late night.

     Tuesday I had the pleasure of being in the office from 9am until 7am the next day. I have never pulled an all-nighter for school, so pulling one for work seemed just as pointless. Many of you probably gasp at this, but I know when to stop for the night. Plus, it gets to a point where my brain tunes out and nothing that great gets accomplished anyway. Most of the ideas that come into your head at 3am are usually things you end up having to fix later (unless you're one of those people that prefers to work at night). Anyways, I digress, the only thing I really learned from that exercise was that I could take a day and a half leave.

    After falling asleep in the bathtub at the hotel, I said bye to the fams, checked out, and slept for a bit. Wednesday night I joined the regular CS crew for Indian food and free drinks (as it is ladies night). Thursday I went into work late, saw Harry Potter (it came out here before it did in the US, which I found  bit strange, maybe because of the date change? Basically what I'm getting at with all of this is that I don't sleep all that much. I've got a month left here, I don't see the need. It's a long plane ride home.

     Time passed at the office at an exceptionally slow rate yesterday. It rained when we (C and I usually head in together) and it poured when we left. Lunch was the worst meal I've had here by far (we chose a new place...tak best lah). At about 6 the entire office decided that watching the storm was more exciting than whatever else they were doing. It was the first storm here that was similar to the ones you get back in CO. I'm sure anyone back home knows what I'm talking about, as it has rained its heart out over there. It was the kind where it gets quiet before hand, the sky turns that awful color, and you aren't too sure if it's night or day.

     C and I were supposed to go to a pool party that night, so the outlook was not so good. A was supposed to pick us up and I was meeting H, N, and...ahh screw it let's just say the Alphabet and head to a party on my side of town. I live in a mostly Malay (usually implies Muslim) area so this is a rare event. The party needed music and obviously no one was really swimming so I headed to Changkat BB (where the bars are) with the Alphabet Gang. At this point, people were starting to party and things picked up a bit.

     C and I have this thing where we always seem to be the ones stirring the pot so-to-speak. Like most parties, BYOB is a courtesy thing, and C and I had bottle of vodka as our weapon of choice. We found it hilarious that when we were out on the town and took it out people in the group were surprised. Where I am from this is called smart, I suppose it's not as common here but I could be wrong. Everyone was having a blast and it was a great night of dancing, drinking, and being with a crowd of kick ass people.





     Unfortunately dancing with a purse filled with a large camera does not really work, so I put mine down. Huge mistake, obviously, as I am now without an iPhone as well as a local phone. Luckily I insured my iPhone before I left, so all I have to do is figure out what hoops I have to jump through in order to replace it (or if worst comes to worst I'll sell the iPad my mom left me). I obviously didn't see when it happened, but it was quick, I left my purse only for a few minutes until someone in the group moved it next to theirs. No, I don't need a lecture on how dumb it was for me to leave it there (it was stupid, people do stupid stuff, no one is perfect) and about the affects of alcohol. It's the first time I've had anything stolen from me while abroad, it was bound to happen someday. As they say, Karma's a bitch. What's done is done. No biggie.

     The person who stole it needs a lecture on what to steal. I had two cameras (one is a SLR), credit cards, and cash that were all left alone. Basically the person stole a shitty burn phone and an iPhone that's locked and requires passwords to do anything with it. He or she chose this over a $2,000 camera...I would put that under EPIC FAIL.

     However, I cannot say that C had the same luck. Just before I realized my phone had gone, she left to go back. To make a long story short, she fell victim to the classic motorbike thing they do here. Essentially they come from behind, slam you on the ground or drag you until your bag strap breaks and drive away. She lost everything except her phone and keys.

     I got home about 20 minutes after her to find her with dried blood all over her back. Of course, my immediate thought was someone had tried to rape her or something. She was too angry to even get words out at this point so I went to bed. She had gone to the cops by the time I woke up, but I didn't know it at the time so I had become pretty freaked out. I was also pissed at myself for losing my phones. MB always tells me that if he got a dollar for every time I asked where my phone was he'd be a millionaire. Well now the joke is on him...kinda.

     I headed over to the mall by my place to try to sort this phone thing out. They, of course, said they couldn't do anything and wrote down a place for me to go so I hopped in a cab. Get to the place, they say they need my passport (I don't carry it around here so - ironically enough - it doesn't get stollen) and there isn't anything they can do. At this point  I'm getting that OMG I don't want to deal with this country right now, WTF WTF WTF thing going on in my head that all expats experience at least once. This is time number three for me here, not bad. You just have to suck it up and move on.

     So in my frustrated and slightly hungover state I head home. C's back and I gave her a once over and she is pretty banged up. Got huge scrapes all over one side of her body. One of them looks pretty bad and wouldn't stop bleeding. So what do we do? Burst out laughing. I mean what else can you do? Yes, it probably doesn't sound funny, it's a huge pain in the ass to have to deal with but we are both ok and it could always be worse. For the time being, I'm C's sugar momma, but I ain't got much sugar. It's been a while since I've had a night that was as much fun as it was awful.

     Bad things always come in threes, so to top this one off our shower head broke off and our shower has become more like a fountain...



     Sometimes you come to a place and it looks lovely, acts pretty, and shows little sign of a dark under-belly. Other times, you get back handed in the face. The latter makes for a better story.

-M

Monday, July 11, 2011

I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help... from my friends, I'm gunna try...

    I'm sitting here in a hotel suite with a fancy desk lamp and a big 'ol official desk looking onto the Petronas Towers thinking, shouldn't I be commanding some line of people? Or making some powerful decision right now? Well, although I am working (still...albeit from a hotel instead of my desk with the not-so-comfy chair), I'm not making any big decisions or doing anything earth-shattering, just more layouts for yet another CF of a project.  The only big choice I will be making is whether or not I'm going to the gym in a few minutes. Penang was ill. Work makes me wanna smack a bitch, for lack of a better word (Q if you are reading this, that is your slang of the day).

Anyways, here is an excerpt from my hand-written sketch/journal. I've been writing a lot lately, for no particular reason...Sarah Kay gave me some inspiration I suppose...

I could write about Penang.
The colonial buildings and high rises
The mansions and street stalls.

I could write about the butterflies,
animal heads, spice gardens, batik silks
The little chendol stall crowded with people slurping up its offerings in the rain

I could tell you about the trip to the little palau.
about my wandering thoughts of just disappearing from the world I know
I could tell you about the deep conversations
About my violent concoction of impulse and honesty.

I can explain, I can explain
how these elements combined to rip across an ocean
to stop another's pulse.

I can tell you how to take the dog out of the fight
but can you really change the stripes of the tigress?

I could write about the food
About how I dragged my parents out for street food on the first night
how the cab driver and I convinced them to try durian
at a roadside stall
(you should have seen my mother's face)

I can tell you about how good it felt to fall asleep
to the sound of the ocean
or how my shower had jets that came out of the walls
about how good my body felt after taking a bath
or how I scribbled down my whims in a smoke-filled bar
made of tropical hardwoods
worn, dented, and laden with stories

I could jump on my soap box
speak about Bersih
describe my pride for a nation standing up for itself

However, today isn't the day
it isn't the day to be atop the soap box:
the people have spoken

Today is still yesterday across the ocean
my dirty laundry hasn't had enough time
to dry

Sometimes silence can be golden
Sometimes pictures speak 1,000 words

















-M

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

'And we'll laugh all the way to hell'

   Well time is flying by as always. Work is work, although I've got a new assignment that I'm learning a lot from. I've been asked to do the presentation design layout for this huge competition for a major downtown building. That part is not new to me, and I have a weird thing for presentation layouts; however, I'm also working on the logo design for the building. I've never done logo design before. I like the challenge. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up being one of those graphic design nerds.
    In other news Nina is still sick. Apparently she’s also been acting super weird/acting out; which has led her to invade the trash cans where she ate something super funky. She’s a tough cookie so I know she’ll be fine (plus, my close friend S from back home is a super-vet-tech-extraordinaire and will take good care of her). However, hearing news that she’s been spending tons of time on the floor next to my side of the bed and hiding away in the closet (she’s a whore for the sun); nesting in the small pile of my laundry that didn’t manage to get washed before I came here has left me feeling a bit down and out. Many of you are probably thinking so what? You most likely haven’t rescued an animal from a shelter. If you have, you just haven’t met the hyper-sensitive, quirky ball of fluff and neck-fat that is Nina. Furthermore, she and I are pretty close. Obviously there isn’t anything I can do; clearly I’m not going home anytime soon. She’s only a dog yes, but that just means she can’t understand the situation, nor express herself. Basically, no Meggy smells means no Meggy in her mind. Plus, who wouldn’t miss this face?

     It’s hard to believe this week is almost over. I’m taking tomorrow off to head to Penang (a place up north) where I’ll be meeting the fams. Well, not all the fams, my brother declined to join on account of the fact that ‘school is hard as shit man, and dude, I have like, ya know…no free time…I’ve got a film sesh up at Mt Hood.’ Your loss little broseph, you’d love it here. I’ll see him soon enough though, for his 21st I got him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in D-town (read: Denver) this September. Anyways, I digress. This week has been quite fun. Monday was less blah than Mondays tend to be. I went over to A’s place for some good home cookin’. Spaghetti and red sauce, a staple, but none the less great. Since my idea of home cooking here has been whatever can be fried in a pan or heated in a toaster oven (my wages and western raw ingredients don’t exactly complement each other), a home cooked meal was just what I needed. Tuesday was yoga, Lebanese food, and shisha night with the usual crew. At dinner I met a Jordanian guy named A (again with this A thing) who is writing his thesis in English and asked if I could proof-read it for him. So I’ve found myself a second job (that will, in all likelihood, pay better than the one I currently have). Now I know many of you back home are laughing at the idea of me editing a paper. However, it’s much easier to correct someone else’s English than your own =).
     Last night C and I met up with a bunch of CSers at 21 for the ‘weekly meeting.’ Girls drink for free. Unfortunately, based upon the above paragraph I headed home early. With any luck, next week’s eminent all-nighter at the office will grant me a day off and I’ll be able to go out in a more proper fashion. However, no night out in Malaysia is ever complete without a stop at a street stall so A (a different A, I’ve noticed a large portion of my friends here have names that start with A…) took us to grab a bite of durian and some Thai food. If I told you what I ate I would simply butcher the name, but whatever the tasty concoction was I need to have it again…similar in addiction to banana leaf. How I’ve managed to actually stay in good shape here is somewhat of a miracle; I’m sure the 16+ flights of stairs I walk everyday helps. Tonight I’m headed to Sunway with H to see the new transformers movie. It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually gone to the movies (Netflix makes life so easy). It should be a good time.
     Once again, this is getting way too long.
Peace and love
-M

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Nostalgic for that three chord jig

     Happy birthday Momsicle! I still find it hard to believe that my parents are going to make the trip all the way out here. It should be fun and interesting...as their first day in MY will be the day of the Bersih rally...fight on my friends =).

     The past week has been filled with random adventures per usual. Aside from some sort of emotional hiccup that consumed my Wednesday morning, the rest of the day was awesome. I went with K and A to pasar malam (night market...somewhere in the south of the city proper). I would say the night was a huge success. If it was recommended that I try it, I ate it. I had my first durian experience (durian cream, on a crispy pancake thingy). As long as you don't breathe when you are about to eat it, it tastes awesome (the smell at close range does take some getting used to). Aside from various other fried bits of awesomeness I tries something else on my list, I forget the name, but they are those batter/octopus/tastyness balls that are common in Japan. However, it must be noted that in order to actually consume the thing you have to wait...a while (if you want to enjoy it that is). I was the first to try and essentially the smoldering hot inside killed my taste buds for a few days. I know K and A got a kick out of watching me suffer, but they had their turn as well. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Pasar malam...maybe a fifth of the whole thing

     Thursday I went to ArchiDex over at KLCC for most of the day. It's essentially a convention for the building design trade. It was quite cool to see everything, I especially liked the furniture/interior design section. I found some much needed inspiration. That evening our office hosted an SOM lecture. Unfortunately, the lecture was pretty disappointing. The lady didn't really seem like she wanted to be there and for all the awesome projects they have done, spending half an hour going on about the need for active pedestrian zones and public transportation access seemed a bit obvious. I mean I could have given the thing. In all honesty (although I must admit, I left, so I can only speak for the 40 mins I managed to get through) it sounded more like a sales pitch than a lecture geared towards professionals. Friday was low-key, as I've spent a lot of money recently (officially booked to Bali at the end of this month).

     Saturday C and I headed into the 'suburban' rainforest (essentially a patch of forest in the city where the feel is more kampung or village like). The reason? Well besides the fact that the jungle is awesome, there was a huge CS event. It goes without saying that they day/night was stellar. Good to see some of the usual CS crew and I met a bunch of awesome people. The jam sessions reminded me a lot of the good times I've had with my friends back home. Especially these hooligans:

Any man who demands his Chinese market-bought guitar be dowsed in beer at 3am knows how to have a good time. I donno if you get around the Great Fire Wall often enough to read this M but if you don't get your face down here you'll never hear the end of it =)

Luka....looking like a vagrant

P...I hope you've been playing more often in the streets of Peru

   I suppose the sudden outburst of nostalgia comes from the fact that tomorrow happens to be one of my favorite American holidays, the 4th...or to some Independence Day. I mean what is there not to like? Any day filled with the outdoors, grilled meats, beer, and pyrotechnics is a winner to me. I suppose last night will be my substitute, although there was a lack of close calls from drunks lighting off bottle rockets...but we did have a pool. Plus, I woke up with some very sore hands from some serious rocking out with C on the djembe - yet another win. 

Riddin' dirty...but not


The African playing the African drum...sorry C just couldn't help it

The Jig

Three different continents playing some tunes


    C and I found it quite entertaining that we got a large group of people representing a significant portion of the globe to dance to Irish jig music...but I don't think there was a single Irish there. It's funny. That classic cliche notion that we are all really the same is quite true. The more people I meet from various corners of the globe and the more places I travel to I realize that what separates us is really rather minuscule in comparison to what brings us together. My brain is a little too much like scrambled eggs to really jump on the soap box so I'll leave it at that.

     I spent most of today doing nothing. I had a butt-ton of laundry to do (yes I know, not feeling too eloquent with my vocab...deal with it...lah). I hardly got any sleep last night so I'm trying to stay awake as long as I can so I'm not too out of it come Monday. There was this cat that insisted on sharing my mattress (cats always choose me because I'm convinced they can sense allergies). This week will be a bit more killer than the past weeks. Luckily for me, I'm headed to Penang on Friday so I only have a 4 day week. 

     I'm still craving banana leaf. For those of you who do not have the pleasure of having a banana leaf place near you, or have no idea what it is, it is essentially crack. In food form. Eaten off a banana leaf. This magical delight is not only crack-like in addiction, it has the added bonus of the most exotic of chinese medicines; meaning it cures whatever it is that ails you.

     I'm too lazy to upload my pictures, although I'm overdue with this so maybe I'll get to it later...maybe...

-M