up (literally) atas places

Thought that it might be good to take a bit of a break in between pieces of work to ramble on a bit here.

Oh who am i kidding - the entire long long weekend (Deepavali mon off plus free days on fri and tue) has been spent basically doing what i am doing now - slacking. And i actually don't really regret it (hmm ok, maybe after being reminded in class today of what exactly is due next wed, that's not entirely true). But the break was good nevertheless - and at least i did try to do some work, but ah well, the flesh was week.

I spent the long weekend instead doing a wide range of stuff with generally similarly (the unwilling english teacher in me wonders if two adverbs side by side like that is permissible) low productivity levels. There's been too much time spent playing brainless (ok maybe that's not the right word to use - one of the games, after all, is "Who has the biggest brain?") games on facebook, breaking various weekly, monthly, and all-time records in the process. Also too much time has been spent watching campaign trail coverage and surfing all sorts of political websites i never previously knew existed. (When i heard that next wed's English class would be cancelled, i was happy firstly because i can now stay home til later to catch the results, barring any cockups, and not because that would mean i would have more time to do my work). And of course catching almost every snl video i could get my hands (or more accurately, cursor) on. Yup, not just even the Fey/Palin ones. Take this one laden with hilarious, if un-family-entertainment-worthy double entendres for example. Though it's not half as good (or bad?) as this one...

But i also had the opportunity to do a day trip to climb Gunung Panti (translate that however you wish), near Kota Tinggi in Johor. It was a very satisfying experience, encounters with some of God's less popular members of creation notwithstanding:



Oh well, i was invading their turf anyways, so i psyched myself up not to be too bothered with them - yup the leech can suck my blood for all i care - how ironic though that i don't want to lift a finger to hurt a leech but relish whacking the irritating existence out of every mosquito i come across - maybe it's because the blood splatter patterns (not to mention the dismembered body parts) are certainly far less gross for the latter.


Next stop: Mt Kinabalu. Or at least soon enough before these joints and muscles get too old and worn out for that sort of thing...