Monday, May 14, 2007

Littlest Things

I thought I should post a piece of something here before works start to get demanding (as my boss warned during that dinner (that sucks (I don’t use this word that often but at 400 per table the food in the only restaurant in BJ complex could be best (to itself, with no irony) described))). I hope the parenthesises can contain my hatred within the restaurant itself as Aunt May told Peter Parker that Uncle Ben wouldn't want them living with revenge in our hearts, it's like a poison. It can take you over and turn us into something ugly.

Noted, with love.

I had my weekends full to capacity as I figured out I didn’t want it to be empty, only for that weekend. After that Friday’s dinner I went to bowl and scored 112 and 114. Then as the light-sensitive roosters (crow all the time) of the illegal labors at the construction site rang the alarm as dawn fell upon the misty (*dusty) air volume, I then went to sing for two hours before watching Spiderman that I deem a little lengthy and less action-packed whilst only Aunt May did her job to satisfactory in that movie. I then went checking out a few houses for renting as I have had enough of the misty fresh air and the courteous crows. All above all, that superb traffic planning in the place I live now.

Noted, with hatred.

And now I am sitting in the blue bedroom, yeah, still blue, typing as fast as my brain can think, trying to check if speedwriting is slower than speedtyping. It’s already after half-a-day long spent on slogging and trudging through the dense vegetation to Pantai Kerachut. This time around I had a chance to visit a newly set up sea turtles hatching center and visited and watched a school of 63 one-and-a-half-year old baby green sea turtles, helplessly and desperately attempted to swim out of the polyfoam box that will be their safe house for 7 days. Everyone is desperate, like the Vietnamese or Burmese lady that stood beside me at the ATM inside BJ complex, asking me then to help withdrawing her money and gave me her password.


There are many other littlest things in the world, ain’t there...

As little as you feel you are sometimes.






flap, flap, and flap


Less than a dozen of humans at the long stretch of beach. Isn't that great?


Can you see Sumatra?