The worst feat that can befall a traveller has ocurred... Not a motorbike crash, an STD, deportation, getting burnt to buggery jumping on a kerosene soaked flaming skipping rope.... Far worse than any of these, I have got a cold!
I blame Bella, the gorgeous girl I work with. I have good reason, I'm not just peeved she looks amazing everyday when I struggle to open my eyes wide enough to look alive. She had a pain in the roof of her mouth yesterday, then I got a pain and hers went away. This pain was the start of my cold therefore she gave me her pain and hence this cold, there is not other reason for this.
What I wouldn't do for some fresh orange WITHOUT BITS damn you, some Orange Lucozade and a day off work. I could in theory take a day off from standing at the doorway to the travel agents I graft away in everyday, but then I would only be able to go to Penang for three days which isn't enough time to get a tattoo designed, dive, get the tattoo and get rid of the residual nitrogen out of my system before heading back to the Highlands.
As is evident, life is extremely diffcult here... The worries of when the get a tattoo and go scuba diving are weighing heavy on my mind, my brain hurts. Life is so hard I'm forgetting my words. I read a blog of a girl I met here and she was fuming that people she met travelling used the phrase 'same same' in a polite conversation. I'm nearing that point, the big fancy words I use to procrastinate (I'm impressing myself there!) are disappearing. Maybe this is because I only have a finite capacity for words and all the Malay swears and insults are taking the place of the show off English I used to use.
So I'm ill, I'm losing words and I want to go diving and get a tattoo. The stress is killing me.
Well I am now elated that My departure preceded the dissemination of all of that contagious nonsense. It appears that I have eluded your impotent attempts in hijacking all of My words making them your own.
ReplyDeleteAccept the stress,feel better, slang those tours, and enjoy the opportunity you call life. Dive then tattoo; its like wiping front to back, it keeps the infections away as you know.