My feelings of late: summed up in U2′s newest album that is getting lots of play in my head.

Other notables: Love And Peace Or Else, Yahweh

Sometimes You Can’t Make it on Your Own
U2

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough

You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I…that’s alright
We’re the same soul
I don’t need…I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I know that we don’t talk
I’m sick of it all
Can – you – hear – me – when – I -
Sing, you’re the reason I sing
You’re the reason why the opera is in me…

Where are we now?
I’ve got to let you know
A house still doesn’t make a home
Don’t leave me here alone…

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Sometimes you can’t make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

Here’s a great post to something dear and near to my heart:

Ode to the Breast Pocket

There are but a select few shirts in my wardrobe that sport them, but the ones that do are quickly becoming favorites. For I am here today, in the year 2004, to salute the single most groundbreaking development in garment history � the breast pocket.

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I’m finally back at this. I’m still under the impression that there is nothing worthwhile enough to write about. I feel bad for leaving the drain plugged. But I’m not entirely sure if I feel bad for not writing anything here, or if I feel bad for having nothing to write in the first place.

Either way, the summer is over, and my long commutes to work are only one more day. Waking up at 7:30am will no longer make me feel guilty, now that I can walk to where I need to be.

That was close. Or at least it should have been. Most young people don’t care about elections. It doesn’t seem to matter. But it does matter:

• education: my tuition has almost doubled in 4 years.
• health care: what happens when I mash my body racing?
• transportation: I missed the bus… there IS no bus.
• foreign policy: what’s the “right” way to fight terror?

Looking at our neighbour Dubya, I’m glad Canada didn’t go the Steven Harper way. Besides, it looks like his hair might all of a sudden undo itself and kill someone.

Three cheers for the Liberal party; three cheers for the left; and a big cheer for minority government!

I hate this love-hate, stop’n'go relationship that I have with the brain drain. On one hand I admire those who can seemingly effortlessly churn out daily grey matter updates. But at the same time I have a inner pity (and a side order of scorn) for those same people for whom it seems that blogging is their primary mode of relating to others.

I am now calling a hiatus to my blogging hiatus. I normally like to blog only when important things are happening in my life. So it would seem that the past 6 weeks since my return to Canada have not been “important”. Or maybe it’s just a matter of perspective – or Perspectives.

So I’m leaving now…

So I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again…

Yah, I’m leaving SE Asia for a short while at least. It’s sad to leave here esp. with all the friends I’ve made here. But I’m quite certain that I’ll see most of them again.

Anyway, I can’t fully reflect on the past four months. I’m still in the midst of SE Asia (I’m at Bangkok Int’l Airport, actually) so I’ll have to wait until I’m back in ‘Sauga and back in my old haunts.

Travel legs:
Leg 1: April 25, Singapore to Mersing, 5hrs by bus
Leg 2: onto Tioman, 1.5hrs by high speed boat
Leg 3: April 26, Tioman to Mersing, 2hrs by high speed boat
Leg 4: onto Kuala Lumpur, 6hrs by overnight bus (10pm to 4am)
Leg 5: April 27, Kuala Lumpur to Kota Kinabalu, 2hrs by AirAsia AK106
Leg 6: onto Tawau, 9hrs by overnight bus (8pm to 5am)
Leg 7: April 28, onto Semporna 1.5hrs by bus, and onto Sipadan 1hr by boat
Leg 8: April 30, Sipadan to Semporna 1.5hrs by boat and onto Tawau 1.5hrs by van
Leg 9: onto Kota Kinabalu 8.5hrs by overnight bus (8pm to 4:30am)
Leg 10: May 3, KK to Labuan 3hrs by boat
Leg 11: May 4, Labuan to Muara, Brunei 2hrs by boat
Leg 12: onto Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei 1hr by bus
Leg 13: onto Seria 2hrs by bus
Leg 14: onto Kuala Belait 1hr by bus
Leg 15: May 5, Kuala Belait to Miri 2hr by bus
Leg 16: onto Batu Niah 2hr by bus
Leg 17: May 6, Batu Niah to Bintulu 2hr by bus
Leg 18: onto Kuching 11.5hrs by bus
Leg 19: May 8, Kuching to Johor Bahru 1.5hr by AirAsia AK603
Leg 20: JB onto Singapore (NUS) 1.5hr by bus/taxi

So I’m still in Brunei. And once again I’ve missed my connection to where I wanted to go. Now I’m stuck in Kuala Belait, a small town of barely 20,000 and no cheap hotel/hostel. I might have tried sleeping on the beach to save some $$$ but I haven’t used too much since KK so I decided to splurge… I guess I will have to bite the bullet here, althought I would rough it if I were properly prepared. I should’ve brought that sleeping bag!

Okay, it is boring. A bit more life than Labuan but that’s trying. The bus came earlier than expected and I saw the “wonderful” Brunei countryside which isn’t as wonderful as the KK countryside. Oh well, I’m only in transit here anyway. It reminds me a lot with Singapore: clean and orderly. But also not much to do here either.

I hope the alliteration for this country is not Boring Brunei. No alky, no late night partying (hic) and an economy built almost entirely on oil. Sounds already pretty dead. Well hopefully it’s a bit more interesting that lots of golden mosques and more of the sultan’s gold. Zzz. Nothing to do but wait around. Zzz.