A little tip from me to the people of the world. Don't ever leave a stick of chewing gum on the dash board of your car in the mid-summer sun and then attempt to chew it straight after. The darn thing would just dissolve into a ball of mushy liquid. So what happens when you can't chew chewing gum? Swirl it or spit it. Whatever you do don't swallow it because it will regain it's sticky elasticity once it settles in your stomach and your poop will probably get j.a.m.m.e.d as it attempts to squeeze its way out the next morning. But of course if having a friend take a plunger to your ass is your idea of fun, then go ahead and swallow.

It was a little awkward when the warehouse guy walked into the gents some five minutes ago. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, explaining to him with my smile that this was normal practice where I come from. Even so, the situation got more awkward as the miliseconds ticked away, so I stopped drying my face under the hand dryer and adamantly walked out.

I knew before hand that there were no paper towels in the restroom but I persisted on splashing water on my face. I've not been clocking in enough hours of sleep for the past few days and the rejuvenative power of cold water was absolutely essential for me to staaay awake.

After drenching my face I jutted my lower lip out and blew air upwards in the direction of my face. The cooling effect of air dancing on the wet surface of my skin was really enjoyable but it then sank in that I could not wait in there all day to wait for my face to dry. I thought of using toilet paper but I didn't know if I'd have little stray pieces of pulp smeared all over my face after I was done. A shirt sleeve is always an option but I decided to be civilized today and stick my face under the hand dryer.

The main cause of my lethargy had to do with my camping trip the day before.

Tip to working professionals: Don't go camping in the middle of a work week.

So why this crazy act.? Well, Bob was in town with his eight friends; Muriel, Lucas, Valerie, Josee, Victor, Patrick, Snow White and some other guy... Steven I think.

Well here's how the story goes. Muriel owns an agency that specializes in Language Learning for Foreign students. This time round, almost all the participants in her program are from Quebec, with exception to Lucas who is from France. Well, after meeting up with the gang at Venice Beach, we headed for a campground up in Valencia.

Camping LA Style
This is what the Valencia Travel village Campground was like. Three swimming pools, a jacuzzi, a huge gas-fired campfire, a massive laundry room, a video rental store, street lamps, children's playground, combination-locked restrooms, soda machines and the distant hum of the Golden State Freeway.

Why I'll be zonked tomorrow
Well the Quebec bunch will be spending tonight at my place.Including Hui Chin, there'll be a total of 11 people sleeping in my apartment tonight.

And the day after
Because Thoms' coming into town.

And the day after the day after
Because Thom will still be in town.

I was just in the restroom. This guy walks in, washes his hands, takes a piss, walks out. Mans' love for his penis.

I think the sun's a pretty hot place. Judging by today's heat anyway.

I pack away lunch at my frequented chinese place, but not all of it. It is nice and cool in the restaurant and having to step outside is like having to go back to work on the day after the last day of your vacation. I walk to my car, open the door, sit down, close the door and I feel like the inside of a freshly baked chicken pot pie. I wind down the windows because the heat is suffocating. With a flick of the wrist I wake up the engine and together we drive towards the mountains. We have to stop 20 miles from its foot, but the very act of driving towards the mountains is a much welcomed and refreshing illusion to take our minds off today's scorcher. I lean my forearm parallel to the car and beyond its frame. And I do the wave. The wind catches my palm like a sail, and I ride its sinusoidal swell. I feel free like a bird, light as a feather, sun on my face, wind in my hair. But all this will soon end. 20 miles from the foot of the hill. They only allow me an hour for lunch. An hour would be enough to make it there and back and even do lunch... on a straight road. But the curls on the ground intensify as you get closer. And that slows you down. But you know what? Fuck it. It's a lovely Thursday afternoon, too good to waste. I'm going all the way and leaving the world in my dusty wake.

I just realized that I've totally neglected my journal for more than a week now. And what is funny is that I did not once stop to say to myself, "Hmmm! it's been some time since I've written to my journal... but not today, I'm totally wiped." Nope. I did not even stop to say that. It was as though I had totally forgotten about my digital existence.

Sometimes I'm not even sure why I put my life and my thoughts on display. I guess I've never really thought about how some of it's contents could hurt the people involved in my life's little drama. Or even how I may end up hurting myself by leaving the formula of my being naked to the world, accessible... manipulatible... by strangers, by friends, strange friends or friendly strangers... or even by you.

I say, "see you later" to Malaysia as the plane hits international waters. My dramamine kicks in and I awake in Japan. I eat my last "in case you're hungry" spring roll from Mom in Japan and it's back on the plane again for another 10 hours.

I get a call at noon from Mun Kit saying that he had arrived from Ipoh. Mom and I pick him up at the LRT station. Yeng Yeng swings by at about 3 and the 3 of us take a trip to Coffee Bean for Year 3000 inflation coffee. Yeng Yeng drops Mun Kit and I back home and my parents drag our reluctant butts to evening mass. And then it was back on the bus to Ipoh. Mun Kit's friendship amazes.

I was playing cupid tonight... first trying to match make Su Ling with Jackson and then Yeng Yeng with Chun Fay. Others present at my little soire were Michelle, Chun How, Su Hung, Jason, Andy (5 minute appearance with Jessica), Philip and the lesbian pair Caryn and Corina.

At 11:30 we adjourned to Viva, this 70s, 80s and 90s music nightclub in Damansara Utama. My wallet kept its girth all night as Su Hung and Andy got my drinks and Jessica managed to flirt us past the door man. Tee Lee made a last minute appearance at the night club after we told her there was going to be C&C lesbian action at the club. Philip was Mr Best Dressed, sporting a pair of gaudily ghastly batik too-short-for-his-legs pair of pants that he had to borrow from me to get into the club.