I guess I'll pack up my mind

     I would like to start off by apologizing for whatever I'm about to write here. Please blame it on the Nyquil induced haze I'm currently under. Sick with cold number two of the summer, which sucks, but isn't surprising because my immune system is about as durable as our shower head (read: handle with care). I finally mustered the strength to get off my ass and cook some food to ease the cold (and hungry tummy).

     As I sat there waiting for whatever lump of substance to come out of its frozen slumber in our handy toaster oven the call to prayer came on. Leaning over the railing out of the balcony staring at the large dome-ridden mosque down the street from us I thought about felt like when I first did this three months back. I remember feeling like I was in a place so foreign and that large copper-topped establishment that belched out songs five times a day was yet another reminder of just how far away I am from what I know. Although now I'm quite used to the songs (and what my flatmate and I lovingly refer to as 'the Malaysian top 20') I still get that sense of mystery. The skyline from my place, despite it's familiarity, still feels like a far off place. Maybe it's because I know that in a little over a week I'll, once again, be in a land that is far, far away from here.

     It's not easy to put into words how this place has changed me. Even if I tried, it would seem forced and inaccurate. I have things I want to say, things I can't say, and things I haven't figured out how to say.  There is a brown notebook that I've filled with notes, poems, not enough sketches, and frantic thoughts that pass through my mind en-route to destinations both near and far from here.

     The thought of leaving is a mixed bag for me. I feel like a thin rope bridge stretching across two continental plates. My toes flexed hard and the pads of my fingers just barely grasping the ends of each side. Below me, who knows or even cares really. It is going to be hard to say goodbye to the close friends I've made and a place I've learned to live in (although sometimes it feels like mere survival). On the other hand I really do miss Denver, I can't wait to be back in a certain someone's arms and I am excited to see the loved ones I've left behind.

     If you have had a real conversation with me this summer you know that I have some big decisions to make. The road ahead is unpaved and the route unclear. However, we all know I'll just let things work themselves out. If there is one thing I've learned on my brief stay in this world it's that both pain and happiness are equally as fleeting so enjoy all of it, because you can't have one without the other. Life is as simple as a series of trade-offs and just as complicated.

     The idea for the next week is to just enjoy it (assuming this damn cold eases up). I am going to try hard to see everyone, sleep very little, and think even less. School doesn't start for another two weeks. I can use my brain then.

-M

PS. There was a dead body in the river next to Masjid Jamek. Disturbing...

     I would like to start off by apologizing for whatever I'm about to write here. Please blame it on the Nyquil induced haze I'm currently under. Sick with cold number two of the summer, which sucks, but isn't surprising because my immune system is about as durable as our shower head (read: handle with care). I finally mustered the strength to get off my ass and cook some food to ease the cold (and hungry tummy).

     As I sat there waiting for whatever lump of substance to come out of its frozen slumber in our handy toaster oven the call to prayer came on. Leaning over the railing out of the balcony staring at the large dome-ridden mosque down the street from us I thought about felt like when I first did this three months back. I remember feeling like I was in a place so foreign and that large copper-topped establishment that belched out songs five times a day was yet another reminder of just how far away I am from what I know. Although now I'm quite used to the songs (and what my flatmate and I lovingly refer to as 'the Malaysian top 20') I still get that sense of mystery. The skyline from my place, despite it's familiarity, still feels like a far off place. Maybe it's because I know that in a little over a week I'll, once again, be in a land that is far, far away from here.

     It's not easy to put into words how this place has changed me. Even if I tried, it would seem forced and inaccurate. I have things I want to say, things I can't say, and things I haven't figured out how to say.  There is a brown notebook that I've filled with notes, poems, not enough sketches, and frantic thoughts that pass through my mind en-route to destinations both near and far from here.

     The thought of leaving is a mixed bag for me. I feel like a thin rope bridge stretching across two continental plates. My toes flexed hard and the pads of my fingers just barely grasping the ends of each side. Below me, who knows or even cares really. It is going to be hard to say goodbye to the close friends I've made and a place I've learned to live in (although sometimes it feels like mere survival). On the other hand I really do miss Denver, I can't wait to be back in a certain someone's arms and I am excited to see the loved ones I've left behind.

     If you have had a real conversation with me this summer you know that I have some big decisions to make. The road ahead is unpaved and the route unclear. However, we all know I'll just let things work themselves out. If there is one thing I've learned on my brief stay in this world it's that both pain and happiness are equally as fleeting so enjoy all of it, because you can't have one without the other. Life is as simple as a series of trade-offs and just as complicated.

     The idea for the next week is to just enjoy it (assuming this damn cold eases up). I am going to try hard to see everyone, sleep very little, and think even less. School doesn't start for another two weeks. I can use my brain then.

-M

PS. There was a dead body in the river next to Masjid Jamek. Disturbing...

     I would like to start off by apologizing for whatever I'm about to write here. Please blame it on the Nyquil induced haze I'm currently under. Sick with cold number two of the summer, which sucks, but isn't surprising because my immune system is about as durable as our shower head (read: handle with care). I finally mustered the strength to get off my ass and cook some food to ease the cold (and hungry tummy).

     As I sat there waiting for whatever lump of substance to come out of its frozen slumber in our handy toaster oven the call to prayer came on. Leaning over the railing out of the balcony staring at the large dome-ridden mosque down the street from us I thought about felt like when I first did this three months back. I remember feeling like I was in a place so foreign and that large copper-topped establishment that belched out songs five times a day was yet another reminder of just how far away I am from what I know. Although now I'm quite used to the songs (and what my flatmate and I lovingly refer to as 'the Malaysian top 20') I still get that sense of mystery. The skyline from my place, despite it's familiarity, still feels like a far off place. Maybe it's because I know that in a little over a week I'll, once again, be in a land that is far, far away from here.

     It's not easy to put into words how this place has changed me. Even if I tried, it would seem forced and inaccurate. I have things I want to say, things I can't say, and things I haven't figured out how to say.  There is a brown notebook that I've filled with notes, poems, not enough sketches, and frantic thoughts that pass through my mind en-route to destinations both near and far from here.

     The thought of leaving is a mixed bag for me. I feel like a thin rope bridge stretching across two continental plates. My toes flexed hard and the pads of my fingers just barely grasping the ends of each side. Below me, who knows or even cares really. It is going to be hard to say goodbye to the close friends I've made and a place I've learned to live in (although sometimes it feels like mere survival). On the other hand I really do miss Denver, I can't wait to be back in a certain someone's arms and I am excited to see the loved ones I've left behind.

     If you have had a real conversation with me this summer you know that I have some big decisions to make. The road ahead is unpaved and the route unclear. However, we all know I'll just let things work themselves out. If there is one thing I've learned on my brief stay in this world it's that both pain and happiness are equally as fleeting so enjoy all of it, because you can't have one without the other. Life is as simple as a series of trade-offs and just as complicated.

     The idea for the next week is to just enjoy it (assuming this damn cold eases up). I am going to try hard to see everyone, sleep very little, and think even less. School doesn't start for another two weeks. I can use my brain then.

-M

PS. There was a dead body in the river next to Masjid Jamek. Disturbing...

     I would like to start off by apologizing for whatever I'm about to write here. Please blame it on the Nyquil induced haze I'm currently under. Sick with cold number two of the summer, which sucks, but isn't surprising because my immune system is about as durable as our shower head (read: handle with care). I finally mustered the strength to get off my ass and cook some food to ease the cold (and hungry tummy).

     As I sat there waiting for whatever lump of substance to come out of its frozen slumber in our handy toaster oven the call to prayer came on. Leaning over the railing out of the balcony staring at the large dome-ridden mosque down the street from us I thought about felt like when I first did this three months back. I remember feeling like I was in a place so foreign and that large copper-topped establishment that belched out songs five times a day was yet another reminder of just how far away I am from what I know. Although now I'm quite used to the songs (and what my flatmate and I lovingly refer to as 'the Malaysian top 20') I still get that sense of mystery. The skyline from my place, despite it's familiarity, still feels like a far off place. Maybe it's because I know that in a little over a week I'll, once again, be in a land that is far, far away from here.

     It's not easy to put into words how this place has changed me. Even if I tried, it would seem forced and inaccurate. I have things I want to say, things I can't say, and things I haven't figured out how to say.  There is a brown notebook that I've filled with notes, poems, not enough sketches, and frantic thoughts that pass through my mind en-route to destinations both near and far from here.

     The thought of leaving is a mixed bag for me. I feel like a thin rope bridge stretching across two continental plates. My toes flexed hard and the pads of my fingers just barely grasping the ends of each side. Below me, who knows or even cares really. It is going to be hard to say goodbye to the close friends I've made and a place I've learned to live in (although sometimes it feels like mere survival). On the other hand I really do miss Denver, I can't wait to be back in a certain someone's arms and I am excited to see the loved ones I've left behind.

     If you have had a real conversation with me this summer you know that I have some big decisions to make. The road ahead is unpaved and the route unclear. However, we all know I'll just let things work themselves out. If there is one thing I've learned on my brief stay in this world it's that both pain and happiness are equally as fleeting so enjoy all of it, because you can't have one without the other. Life is as simple as a series of trade-offs and just as complicated.

     The idea for the next week is to just enjoy it (assuming this damn cold eases up). I am going to try hard to see everyone, sleep very little, and think even less. School doesn't start for another two weeks. I can use my brain then.

-M

PS. There was a dead body in the river next to Masjid Jamek. Disturbing...

Sakit =(

     Getting sick sucks. Being sick away from home (abroad or in-country) sucks more. I am, of course, feeling a bit under the weather. Last night I had some tasty char keow teow (I'm almost positive I butchered that spelling, but that's how you pronounce it). After eating I noticed I got a pretty bad sore throat. No biggy, I thought, probably just the MSG. Well MSG induced sore throats do take some time to go away, but I awoke in the middle of the night with my throat still sore. Perfect timing of course. I awoke in the morning with a headache and sore throat. By mid-day I think I started to run a temperature, although it's quite hard to tell here. I also have the aches, but I can't tell if the pain is from sitting at a desk staring at lines on Illustrator/soreness of the back lingering from yoga, or an oncoming fever. I'm not dying, and there is no need to contact the embassy (trust me, I know what that feels like...), but it doesn't change the fact that I feel pretty crappy. I blame working long hours and not taking any down time. Today I was supposed to go to Chilis and meet up with G (my friend from Klang, who I've been wanting to see ever since I left, but we keep missing each other) and some new people from TB (Travel Buddy). Yes I know Chilis is an American restaurant, but it would be my first western meal out since I left so leave me alone =). Plus, it's a bumping place from what I've seen (always a line). Instead I got a smoothie and am currently eating some bread and brewing chamomile with honey. I've always known that a tablespoon of honey helps your throat, but I don't like honey plain (it's a texture thing) so G told me to mix it with hot water (genius). I'm hoping to get some rest and feel better tomorrow, as I have to work all weekend.

     I am going to make this post short because I don't feel much like doing well...anything. Hopefully my plans for the weekend don't get ruined. This weekend Diplo is coming to town and tickets are cheap so I planned to go with a good crowd of CSers after I went with A, my host, to her Eurasian club. However, if I'm still feeling crappy I won't be able to do much of anything, as work will suck the slightest bit of life out of me. I also have to figure out my Singapore trip this weekend. I've been talking to some TBs as well as some CSers in order to figure out what's going on. Plus, G will be there so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also trying to figure out a long-ish weekend getaway to Cambodia in late July early Aug to go see the Angkor Wat and Siem Reap. Needless to say I've got some planning I need to make time for as well.

     Anyways, the water for my tea is boiling, so I best be going.

-M

PS...I know I've been bad with pictures, uploading is slow here and Flickr says I've reached my limit...so patience.

     Getting sick sucks. Being sick away from home (abroad or in-country) sucks more. I am, of course, feeling a bit under the weather. Last night I had some tasty char keow teow (I'm almost positive I butchered that spelling, but that's how you pronounce it). After eating I noticed I got a pretty bad sore throat. No biggy, I thought, probably just the MSG. Well MSG induced sore throats do take some time to go away, but I awoke in the middle of the night with my throat still sore. Perfect timing of course. I awoke in the morning with a headache and sore throat. By mid-day I think I started to run a temperature, although it's quite hard to tell here. I also have the aches, but I can't tell if the pain is from sitting at a desk staring at lines on Illustrator/soreness of the back lingering from yoga, or an oncoming fever. I'm not dying, and there is no need to contact the embassy (trust me, I know what that feels like...), but it doesn't change the fact that I feel pretty crappy. I blame working long hours and not taking any down time. Today I was supposed to go to Chilis and meet up with G (my friend from Klang, who I've been wanting to see ever since I left, but we keep missing each other) and some new people from TB (Travel Buddy). Yes I know Chilis is an American restaurant, but it would be my first western meal out since I left so leave me alone =). Plus, it's a bumping place from what I've seen (always a line). Instead I got a smoothie and am currently eating some bread and brewing chamomile with honey. I've always known that a tablespoon of honey helps your throat, but I don't like honey plain (it's a texture thing) so G told me to mix it with hot water (genius). I'm hoping to get some rest and feel better tomorrow, as I have to work all weekend.

     I am going to make this post short because I don't feel much like doing well...anything. Hopefully my plans for the weekend don't get ruined. This weekend Diplo is coming to town and tickets are cheap so I planned to go with a good crowd of CSers after I went with A, my host, to her Eurasian club. However, if I'm still feeling crappy I won't be able to do much of anything, as work will suck the slightest bit of life out of me. I also have to figure out my Singapore trip this weekend. I've been talking to some TBs as well as some CSers in order to figure out what's going on. Plus, G will be there so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also trying to figure out a long-ish weekend getaway to Cambodia in late July early Aug to go see the Angkor Wat and Siem Reap. Needless to say I've got some planning I need to make time for as well.

     Anyways, the water for my tea is boiling, so I best be going.

-M

PS...I know I've been bad with pictures, uploading is slow here and Flickr says I've reached my limit...so patience.

     Getting sick sucks. Being sick away from home (abroad or in-country) sucks more. I am, of course, feeling a bit under the weather. Last night I had some tasty char keow teow (I'm almost positive I butchered that spelling, but that's how you pronounce it). After eating I noticed I got a pretty bad sore throat. No biggy, I thought, probably just the MSG. Well MSG induced sore throats do take some time to go away, but I awoke in the middle of the night with my throat still sore. Perfect timing of course. I awoke in the morning with a headache and sore throat. By mid-day I think I started to run a temperature, although it's quite hard to tell here. I also have the aches, but I can't tell if the pain is from sitting at a desk staring at lines on Illustrator/soreness of the back lingering from yoga, or an oncoming fever. I'm not dying, and there is no need to contact the embassy (trust me, I know what that feels like...), but it doesn't change the fact that I feel pretty crappy. I blame working long hours and not taking any down time. Today I was supposed to go to Chilis and meet up with G (my friend from Klang, who I've been wanting to see ever since I left, but we keep missing each other) and some new people from TB (Travel Buddy). Yes I know Chilis is an American restaurant, but it would be my first western meal out since I left so leave me alone =). Plus, it's a bumping place from what I've seen (always a line). Instead I got a smoothie and am currently eating some bread and brewing chamomile with honey. I've always known that a tablespoon of honey helps your throat, but I don't like honey plain (it's a texture thing) so G told me to mix it with hot water (genius). I'm hoping to get some rest and feel better tomorrow, as I have to work all weekend.

     I am going to make this post short because I don't feel much like doing well...anything. Hopefully my plans for the weekend don't get ruined. This weekend Diplo is coming to town and tickets are cheap so I planned to go with a good crowd of CSers after I went with A, my host, to her Eurasian club. However, if I'm still feeling crappy I won't be able to do much of anything, as work will suck the slightest bit of life out of me. I also have to figure out my Singapore trip this weekend. I've been talking to some TBs as well as some CSers in order to figure out what's going on. Plus, G will be there so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also trying to figure out a long-ish weekend getaway to Cambodia in late July early Aug to go see the Angkor Wat and Siem Reap. Needless to say I've got some planning I need to make time for as well.

     Anyways, the water for my tea is boiling, so I best be going.

-M

PS...I know I've been bad with pictures, uploading is slow here and Flickr says I've reached my limit...so patience.

     Getting sick sucks. Being sick away from home (abroad or in-country) sucks more. I am, of course, feeling a bit under the weather. Last night I had some tasty char keow teow (I'm almost positive I butchered that spelling, but that's how you pronounce it). After eating I noticed I got a pretty bad sore throat. No biggy, I thought, probably just the MSG. Well MSG induced sore throats do take some time to go away, but I awoke in the middle of the night with my throat still sore. Perfect timing of course. I awoke in the morning with a headache and sore throat. By mid-day I think I started to run a temperature, although it's quite hard to tell here. I also have the aches, but I can't tell if the pain is from sitting at a desk staring at lines on Illustrator/soreness of the back lingering from yoga, or an oncoming fever. I'm not dying, and there is no need to contact the embassy (trust me, I know what that feels like...), but it doesn't change the fact that I feel pretty crappy. I blame working long hours and not taking any down time. Today I was supposed to go to Chilis and meet up with G (my friend from Klang, who I've been wanting to see ever since I left, but we keep missing each other) and some new people from TB (Travel Buddy). Yes I know Chilis is an American restaurant, but it would be my first western meal out since I left so leave me alone =). Plus, it's a bumping place from what I've seen (always a line). Instead I got a smoothie and am currently eating some bread and brewing chamomile with honey. I've always known that a tablespoon of honey helps your throat, but I don't like honey plain (it's a texture thing) so G told me to mix it with hot water (genius). I'm hoping to get some rest and feel better tomorrow, as I have to work all weekend.

     I am going to make this post short because I don't feel much like doing well...anything. Hopefully my plans for the weekend don't get ruined. This weekend Diplo is coming to town and tickets are cheap so I planned to go with a good crowd of CSers after I went with A, my host, to her Eurasian club. However, if I'm still feeling crappy I won't be able to do much of anything, as work will suck the slightest bit of life out of me. I also have to figure out my Singapore trip this weekend. I've been talking to some TBs as well as some CSers in order to figure out what's going on. Plus, G will be there so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also trying to figure out a long-ish weekend getaway to Cambodia in late July early Aug to go see the Angkor Wat and Siem Reap. Needless to say I've got some planning I need to make time for as well.

     Anyways, the water for my tea is boiling, so I best be going.

-M

PS...I know I've been bad with pictures, uploading is slow here and Flickr says I've reached my limit...so patience.