It's 5pm on a Sunday. I've finally found some time to update my poor lonesome site. Even cadavers get more attention from flies than the site has in the past few weeks.
Anyhows... it's still Chinese New Year but somehow I don't feel festive at all. No...I haven't been getting shit-faced if that's what you'd like to know.
Lets see, since the last entry I have started my job at KLue, gone to Rawa Island, have my lovely belongings arrive from Hong Kong and done a absolutely ridiculous show in Melaka. Also, my writing capabilities (if any) have dwindled to almost nothingness. Which also explains the lack of entries in the past weeks (apart from being busy AND lazy). Well it's either that or I can't write when I'm not depressed. Joy...
Ok my job at KLue...so far so good. Going to work actually doesn't feel like a chore (that's good I assume) and I'm gaining weight and yellow teeth from the amount of tea and biscuits I consume.
And as for my trip to Rawa...keyword: mad. It was mad it was fun and it was breath taking. It was a trip of warm coke, warm beer, sand flies, sunburn, dehydration, crunchy sand-laden barbequed food and getting lost at sea. Apart from the usual scandalous string of events that is. And now after 2 weeks of itching (sand flies), I'm peeling in any possible part of my body...And I do bloody well mean PEEL. Who the heck peels at the bikini line, ankle and all for pete's sake?!!! No regrets though. The trip was a great success, everyone came home missing the island and everything we did there (apart from the warm coke/beer and sand flies). So many things happened during the entire trip that we've ended up with so many private jokes. Spinning gasings, flying phoenix, 'We're sinking!!', 'SEA-SNAKE' and of course the Lazy Motto Club.