Where to now? Around the world baby :)

Now that I am back to work, uncertainties still hangs over my head. Or shoulder, that I keep looking back wondering whether or not I made the right decision. If I were a cartoon character I am those that walks with a "?" sign instead of that bright yellow light bulb. Years ago though I had the exclamation mark. I didn't exactly know what I wanted to do but very much open to whatever that comes my way. Being young somehow also means being invisible. You keep moving into any directions, not stopping for a minute to look left or right.

Now that I am past that age and closing on to another big one, I wish I had the same enthusiasm when I was younger but better.

I don't want to just survive but to live.
I don't want to just live it day to day but looking forward to the years to come and smile.
I have my worries still but the future have yet to reveal my path so I'll have to walk that way to really find out.
I refuse to let myself be judged by others over MY decisions.

The past couple of weeks have been nothing less than stressful but remarkable. A strange new word that I would never thought used to describe my life but will from now on. Remarkable because I made it. Remarkable because I still want to go on moving forward instead of sulking.

I do have bagful of ideas waiting to be executed. The time is here but resource is limited. Help are abundance but not quite the one I am hoping for.

Between living and surviving, which will you choose?

The world is round, we shouldn't worry about falling off the edge. Get up and get going.

Heck, I don't know why I have a sudden vision that the world is really a discoball.

Elephant feet and all

Time check: 6.40AM - Sunday.

I'm up this early because I need to go to work. Yep, I'm back to work for now. I do have a problem though, living alone with every one of my friends busy (sleeping, family day, away on travels) I am left with a swollen left foot the size of an elephant. I can't walk without holding back painful tears. I kid you not. So moving itself is out of the question what more driving a stick. Its only the third day. Only?? It feels like forever already when you're very much like Tigger and DUSH! you are now Eyore. If not, a nudiebranch.

How?

My second day at work(Friday) was spent in the Marine Ecology Research Center (MERC). I miss the giant clams and all the cool fellas like the stone fish, moray eel, Momoi the hawksbill turtle, Bobet the Green turtle and of course the nurse shark. I missed them so much I gave them a thumping surprise when I slipped and fell into the nature pool. Sprained my left foot, cuts on my right and some other swelling I discovered last night and best part, my whole body aches more than it did on the first day. Great huh? If the swelling doesn't go by tomorrow, I'm doomed. I will need to go in to work no matter what cos being absent from work after three working days is not something anyone would favor especially when you're in need-money-phase. Suckball.

Since my last posting so much happened that it feels like a lifetime was cramped into a week of my life. I moved out, got a place within 12hrs, got my car back, started work the very next day and voila, wi-fi too. Yea, I'm still wondering what happened to taking life as it comes which to me sounds like a slow moving life but instead it went by so quick, I don't know where I'll be in months time.

Anyways, the little space I have now is more liberating than the previous. I am happy and nicely nestled. :)

Will post more soon. Til then, happy sunday!

100% pure love

Nothing can express what I'm feeling right now other than pure fascination and love, love, love. Watched the video? Made my heart skip a beat and went wow all the way. Signup with Greenpeace today. I'm sure all of you are smart enough to figure out why on your own.

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Good night!

There's more but hell, the last one is a tear jerker.

This close to living my dreams

Am cleaning my inbox when I found something from 3 years ago. I remembered the day perfectly. Came back from an off-road camping or something that kept me away from the internet for a couple of days to find this email in my inbox. I screamed my head off. Cried too. People around me thought someone died. I missed it. BIG TIME.

I still feel like screaming right now. *SIGH!* Click to view it in actual size. This is one of the times in life where I have regrets.



Of course I know it says two steps away from becoming a TJ but I was so close. *screams* Yes, I still do want to be a travel journo. Though some people will tease me to death because of my tongue stud and way it makes me sound. Funny guys! :p

The New York Times travel (check my blog list) put up a great slide slow on Why We Travel. Quoting Vagablogging's Rolf Potts, It’s a collection of stunning photos with fun-to-read anecdotes. A perfect antidote for those who are currently not on the road (but long to get back on it!).


Is it obvious someone is itching?

Fancy your very own island?

For RM185, 000.00 you can own an acre of land on an island just 10 minutes from KK city. If you have the money to burn, buy all seven acres and build your own paradise there.

;) For locals only as it is an NT (native tittle) land.

I never knew you could buy any land off Sabah Parks. Now I know.

Your view at night would be of the KK city coastline. Your neighbors are the locals at the water village just around the corner and not forgetting the wildlife in the island. We're talking Proboscis monkeys, monitor lizards, wildboars and snakes. Expect to see Hornbills too. Don't worry when you see those faint red or green blinking lights in the middle of sea at night. Those are just the fishermens doing their round of duty at night in their small "pump boat".

I've always wanted an island of my own but this is not quite what I had in mind.

The doors are open again

I'm not being a sour puss, I just like to tell it how it is.

I still get questioned "why?" every single time when I bumped into an old friend of ours. At times I get so annoyed because they believe we should be together forever, happily ever after. No shit jose. ~_~

I found this from nsl's blog, circa 2007.

i dated a momma's boy once.
although i loved his mom.
as she may have loved me back.
i didn't particularly enjoy it much.

there are things that men just need to learn.
like picking up after themselves.
doing their own laundry or the dishes.
cooking when they feel hungry-
instead of waiting for momma to cook for them. (or the help)
or constantly worrying your girlfriend is sitting too close to you that you might jeopardize your moms opinion if you're still a twenty seven year old virgin.

but its not just the chores.
momma's boys aren't assertive.
they rely too much on being pampered and told what to do-
they become indecisive in the real world.
quite frankly, they just need to grow up.
and learn to cross the street by themselves.

but there's something far worse.

a momma's boy.
that still lives at home!

bienvenidos a espanya.
dating a boy in a mans body is what women complain about here.
can you blame the thirty plus year old men that still live at home.
if its tradition?
most don't have their first job until graduating college (circa twenty-five)
parents nickel and dime their children well into their late twenties.
while the importance of family is commendable.
bad habits are harder to break for old dogs.

nsl

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I never particularly liked being taken as a gold digger especially by a certain "team" after I made the decision to end the nine years relationship. Look, if I am all that I would be wearing a big fat pink diamond right now, shopping my eyeballs out or jet-setting it like I own the damn airline company. I left because there are things that we do not see eye to eye on anymore. And then there's the she cheated/he cheated. We are not perfect even after the years and trust me I know I'm not alone on wanting something better for both of us. It's just unfortunate things are better when we are no longer together and honestly, I am happy to hear that he is happier now. I hear he's all grown up and responsible. Great but honestly it is none of my business because he is no longer part of my life but someone else. Let that person worry about him and take care of him. I don't care if he made millions or is having a baby or elected as President (provided if he holds a grudge against me and wishes to assassinate me lol). I REALLY DO NOT CARE.

It's been two years and a half(?) and there are still YOU talking about this. Let it go already. My happiness is none of your fucking business. I know people enjoy drama. It's always good to point the finger at someone but yourself. I keep reminding myself to let the people talk, let them laugh and go on telling their side of the stories on how they see it because Karma bites back baby. I was told to be patience and let Karma do its job and it damn well did.

I don't enjoy sounding like a sour puss but I do have a problem when people refuse to let the past go and haunt me with it. It's clocking in to three years since we're over, let.it.go.please. It will do you good.

I am normally a hyperactive, talkative, too happy and crazy half the time that friends still ask me if I'm sober just because I can be illegally happy at times you wonder what kind of drug I am on. I can't even smoke weed because it puts me to sleep in twenty mins. My point is, I hate being unhappy. Having my life story told by others the way they see it makes me unhappy. The first year was fine because it's therapeutic at the same time but into the third year? I'm sure there are other breakups to talk about but mine. C'mon. The only people who should be talking about it is me and him. Not you, what you think you saw or believe happened. Let's put it this way, to those who used to talk, look where it put right now. Sucks to be you.


I'm in a nice place in mylife right now. It's not avant garde or comfortable but I know I have what I want. I stopped wondering what went wrong. Instead I ask myself why didn't I see the signs earlier. I am human afterall.

Reminds me of the day when I sat people down and ask them wtf is wrong with them. All of them denied of any wrong doings. Fine, I told myself and let Karma do its work. Less than a year later, most of them went through far worse position than I did. :)

Peace.

Lomo me now

My subject of lust. The Pink Masked Rider Decade Limited Edition. But I can be greedy so I'll want both pink and yellow. This annoys the hell out of me. SO many wants but so little resources. Ha! Poo.


Christmas is just six months away. I'll have one of each please. Thanks!

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Hiatus

Solitary confinement until further notice.