One week.
One more week till the holidays.
One more week till I get to sleep in, relax and get a breather from all this hectic running around all day.
Or maybe not.
I just had to agree to a trip to Miri. A road trip, no less. 10 whole hours of wholesome, ass-hurting driving along winding, bumpy roads with a bunch of juvenile, noisy individuals whose idea of fun is farting.
No, my cousins aren't coming along. These are my friends.
But all said and done, I don't think I'd give up a trip like this just to stay at home. My blood burns to see the outside world, to experience adventure and danger first hand, to take the world by the reins and ride it like a rodeo cowboy. Ok, the rodeo cowboy thing might be a little too much, but you get the idea. I have been thinking about making a trip to Miri, just to see what it's like, but i was planning for maybe sometime next year. Batang Ai would have been my choice for this year. No matter, I'm sure we'll make the best of it. I may not have the most faith in the abilities of my cohorts, but they pulled through well enough at Bako. At least they didn't burn anything to the ground.
Bako was an interesting experience as well. I only have some of the pictures ( I picked the best, all coincidentally shot by yours truly ) and I've posted it on my Friendster account. I don't really feel inspired to relate the whole story, but I probably will someday. To a bunch of bored grandkids probably.
So here's to Miri, to all the good times we'll have and to friends, whom I love despite themselves and who love me even though I'm me.
Just as long as no one forgets the beer.