Too Legit to Sleep
It's a little too early to sleep now at 7am. I was quite pleased at 1am when I was sleepy enough to be in bed as it was considerably early but the slumber ended quickly an hour after. I thought I would be sleepy after food so I just had a bowl of har mee as my messed up breakfast-supper thing but I'm still hungry and awake. Lying still and counting farm animals are things of the past and I have now turned to blogging, hoping for some odd reason I'd fall asleep sitting, midway.
The jetlag excuse for not being able to function normally like everyone else is too true. France was alright in a nutshell - most of the time afraid of how much money the company would lose if the trip is generally unfruitful for the 13 days my colleague and I were there to meet busy people we hope would like our stuff, which we lugged around everywhere we went in Heavy overstuffed bags. But it was good to be able to newly experience the weather and landscapes of Southern France after the bustling Paris. Although it was mostly cold in Cannes where we stayed, the sun was always there to greet our faces during the day. The pretty sea and beaches made me think of poetic things, acoustic guitars and why Europeans would want to come to Malaysia for our beaches when the South of France would be even more enthralling in summer. And then I remembered that WE have the cute monkeys, jellyfish, the nasi lemak and cendol, the right heat and humidity all year round and the Malaysia Boleh spirit that overwrites all other competitors. There's no place like home, and no place like.. Penang heheheheh.
And then being able to go to London was probably the highlight of the trip even though we were there last year to meet similar contacts. Honestly, we were ready to go home by the 2nd day of the trip and religiously made a daily countdown to departure. But we each looked forward to London. We both rejoiced now that the foreign language part was coming to an end and we would be able to know simple things - like how much credit we have left in our French prepaid mobile line without having to stick the phone into someone's ear to TRY translate back to English what the robot lady is saying about the balance; the voicemail retrieval part was much worse. Also being able to understand what Spongebob is saying on tv and watch all other programs in familiar English (the whole time we were in Paris, SkyNews was the only English channel available and it was all about Prince Harry's service in Afghanistan, not as much even on the Jersey abuse case or anything else for that matter). Not forgetting knowing that I'd be able to meet Simon in London made time in France more bearable and made liking England a little less complicated.
Here are just 3 pictures of the South of France. I lazy to put any more today.
A church in Monte Carlo at night - we made a half day trip.
There were indeed many crazy looking sports cars around.
On the way to St Tropez from Cannes by train and bus.
Almost sundown at St Tropez.
It's 8am. My hair is getting oilier by the minute as it does when I do not sleep.
I'm trying to make sense of faith and faith levels, knowing full well that I lack faith and also hoping that I can have faith in others the same way it should happen with my Father and I. It's true that how we feel about ourselves and others, how much faith we have in ourselves and how much faith we want to have in others are reflections of how much faith we have in Jesus, the one who initiates and perfects our very faith. The breaking down of, the denying of self, the coming face to face with - all so honestly scary, but only because it is needed to make new wholesome sense of everything around me, seen and unseen.
I think I've stopped being a 170cm tall beacon for some time, aware that I am unworthy to exhort those around me if anything because of my conscious faults. But sitting in Indifference or silence does not work and definitely not for this long though it does make me pray harder for others. There's always space in everyone to be more humble especially in personal struggles - it's as 'easy' as coming to terms with our faults and then helping others with these out in the open in Love, leaving good space for necessary scars and nightmares to happen along the road of recovery. Starts from me.
I hope you're alright wherever you are,
just remember you aren't quite alone alone.
I am really relieved and grateful to have been passed a car from Uncle Soo Inn - his trusty AD Resort stationwagon. Thank God. And also many thanks to Raj and my housemates who helped out in the process of. Hurrah! Lots of space for snares, toms and everybodies. At the mention of the latter, I am immediately thinking of the movie Little Miss Sunshine and their grandfather at the back of the van.
I miss eating steak and fries with the awesomest type of mustard, French mustard ohemgeeee! I had steak for several meals in France because it is actually budget and of course, filling with some good dessert eheheh.
I am just still so hungry and very awake. Helptchme :(
The jetlag excuse for not being able to function normally like everyone else is too true. France was alright in a nutshell - most of the time afraid of how much money the company would lose if the trip is generally unfruitful for the 13 days my colleague and I were there to meet busy people we hope would like our stuff, which we lugged around everywhere we went in Heavy overstuffed bags. But it was good to be able to newly experience the weather and landscapes of Southern France after the bustling Paris. Although it was mostly cold in Cannes where we stayed, the sun was always there to greet our faces during the day. The pretty sea and beaches made me think of poetic things, acoustic guitars and why Europeans would want to come to Malaysia for our beaches when the South of France would be even more enthralling in summer. And then I remembered that WE have the cute monkeys, jellyfish, the nasi lemak and cendol, the right heat and humidity all year round and the Malaysia Boleh spirit that overwrites all other competitors. There's no place like home, and no place like.. Penang heheheheh.
And then being able to go to London was probably the highlight of the trip even though we were there last year to meet similar contacts. Honestly, we were ready to go home by the 2nd day of the trip and religiously made a daily countdown to departure. But we each looked forward to London. We both rejoiced now that the foreign language part was coming to an end and we would be able to know simple things - like how much credit we have left in our French prepaid mobile line without having to stick the phone into someone's ear to TRY translate back to English what the robot lady is saying about the balance; the voicemail retrieval part was much worse. Also being able to understand what Spongebob is saying on tv and watch all other programs in familiar English (the whole time we were in Paris, SkyNews was the only English channel available and it was all about Prince Harry's service in Afghanistan, not as much even on the Jersey abuse case or anything else for that matter). Not forgetting knowing that I'd be able to meet Simon in London made time in France more bearable and made liking England a little less complicated.
Here are just 3 pictures of the South of France. I lazy to put any more today.
A church in Monte Carlo at night - we made a half day trip.There were indeed many crazy looking sports cars around.
On the way to St Tropez from Cannes by train and bus.
Almost sundown at St Tropez.It's 8am. My hair is getting oilier by the minute as it does when I do not sleep.
I'm trying to make sense of faith and faith levels, knowing full well that I lack faith and also hoping that I can have faith in others the same way it should happen with my Father and I. It's true that how we feel about ourselves and others, how much faith we have in ourselves and how much faith we want to have in others are reflections of how much faith we have in Jesus, the one who initiates and perfects our very faith. The breaking down of, the denying of self, the coming face to face with - all so honestly scary, but only because it is needed to make new wholesome sense of everything around me, seen and unseen.
I think I've stopped being a 170cm tall beacon for some time, aware that I am unworthy to exhort those around me if anything because of my conscious faults. But sitting in Indifference or silence does not work and definitely not for this long though it does make me pray harder for others. There's always space in everyone to be more humble especially in personal struggles - it's as 'easy' as coming to terms with our faults and then helping others with these out in the open in Love, leaving good space for necessary scars and nightmares to happen along the road of recovery. Starts from me.
I hope you're alright wherever you are,
just remember you aren't quite alone alone.
I am really relieved and grateful to have been passed a car from Uncle Soo Inn - his trusty AD Resort stationwagon. Thank God. And also many thanks to Raj and my housemates who helped out in the process of. Hurrah! Lots of space for snares, toms and everybodies. At the mention of the latter, I am immediately thinking of the movie Little Miss Sunshine and their grandfather at the back of the van.
I miss eating steak and fries with the awesomest type of mustard, French mustard ohemgeeee! I had steak for several meals in France because it is actually budget and of course, filling with some good dessert eheheh.
I am just still so hungry and very awake. Helptchme :(
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