HOOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEEEE!

After nearly a year of being away, I am back in Malaysia! It has been 5 days now and i'm still completely overwhelmed and caught up by this country i call home. Everything has been amazing and nothing much has really changed, apart from a few new buildings here and there, and the disappeareance of other older ones.

The food...THE FOOD oh my God, the food. The food has been excellent! I made a pact with myself the day i left Sydney that ne'er shall this mouth of mine receive anything remotely western - i shall dine on true blue malaysian cuisine for the whole month that i am back, and i mean to keep my word!

It has been great seeing family and friends, calling up the usual suspects and delivering my opening line "Yo wassup ma nigga", laughing over endless cups of teh o ais limau crowding around a table at the dodgiest mamak in kajang. The laughter; the laughter amongst kindred souls who 'get' my jokes are what i have missed the most.

Anyway, i'm off to Thailand...i'm not trying to raise my expectations about the trip but GOD DAMN it is gonna be epic. I HOPE it will be epic! It'd better be epic. The best thing about this trip is that Abby Baby and myself will be doing it the old fashioned way - backpacks and train rides! Our itinerary will include Penang, Kanchanaburi, Bangkok and Ayutthaya and i am fucking excited!! I have never been to Thailand before apart from Phuket and Hat Yai so i'm definitely keen on seeing a little more of what the country has to offer!

All i can say is, good food (for sure, that is no doubt we are in fucking thailand), good company AND a sense of adventure...what more can i ask for?

Be back in a week.

It's like my liver is, somehow unconsciously, being prepared for the eventual onslaught of alcohol in the following weeks. Since the previous weekend, I have been drinking alcohol in quantities that have not been seen for quite some time. My excuse is that, "I'm leaving so it's party time in Sydney Central!" but I think I'm secretly desensitising my body to the many wonderful (and un-wonderful) effects of good old R-OH. The last thing I want is to be seen as a 120-pound weakling by my friends back home.

Le sigh, the measures I go to, to keep on-side with them.

Anyway, the countdown begins, I guess. I have my visa, my bags and my plane ticket. All I need is for the 14th of September to hurry down in two shakes of a lamb's tail (been watching Pulp Fiction..too much) so that I can board the MAS carrier and be homeward bound.

MAS, because I'm patriotic like that.

Last night, I dreamt that I was about to die, and you said 'No', held my hands and started to cry. It was then that I knew you truly loved me. I wish my dreams would maintain its levels of romance but perhaps cut down a little on the morbidity.

Anyway, one more week and a day before I arrive in Malaysia. The upside of quick-time is that holidays come by faster. Yet the downside of quick-time is that holidays will go by as quickly too. Not sure if I'll be able to get everything sorted and worked out the way I planned, but you know what?

Life's too short to give a fuck about the small stuff. We only live once, and I'd rather spend my endless numbered days worrying about what part of the world I'm going to see next, or, how best to heap affection on my loved ones, or, when to laugh out loud (answer: WHENever).

Goodnight, World.