I Maketh Sense...I So Not Maketh Sense..

Hmmmm....lessee...it's way past midnight now and I'm still awake.

It's good to be back in Malaysia after a three week absence. Although I'm going to sit in another plane going back to Jakarta this coming Monday, I don't mind it at all. There's been a change in my travel schedules which means I'll be back in Malaysia again next week Friday. Yippee!

Of course, its travel again the following Tuesday to Bangkok. This time it's, what we call term a troubled project in this industry, a site very much on fire. But I'm relishing the change of environment although it's mixed with trepediation because I'm heading into unexplored territory. God help me...please....

Back to today. It feels good to be in a carol team once again....although I never expected to join one this year due to my schedule. Because of said schedule change, I find myself in one! So, not an hour or so fresh off the plane, I was singing myself hoarse...or not *grin*.

And I did it lugging Nicky Lau, Alwyn's bundle of frowning joy. All 10.9 Kgs of squirming baby joy. That made my daily quota of exercise *grin*.

Note: Ok...here I'm mad...blogger ate my blog...Arrggh...So I'm trying to reconstruct what I wrote and it may sound very much off kilter.

Right now, I'm reading a book on writing, Stephen King On Writing. I'm half way through and already I'm humbled, speechless and flabbergasted. Never have I realized how much I'm party to the murder...no correct that....systematic torture of the rules and style of writing. I think I'm right up there with the prose equivalent of Jack the Ripper....no...he's too precise in his slice and dice...ah....yes.....Jason Vorhees. The prose equivalent murderer par excellence.

Mayhap, I better sign-off here as I'm begining to suspect signs of dementia owing to fatigue...So good night and adieu....I'll go home to my wife.

I think I'd better check up on Santa also if he'll be making a pit-stop at the equator. See if I can't tempt him for a spot of pina colada....