It's a week into 2011 - what, CNY buying is already in full-swing? Indeed, it is. I had my first pineapple tarts last night.
Prob'ly belated to be discussing the year past, but then again, I haven't much to report. It seemed to be mostly filled with me shouting at Mother, and major creasing of the brow. The years I didn't speak to her seem placid and peaceful in comparison.
This noise is also worlds apart my Beijing days of solitude, filled with lots of quiet and a line-free brow. It perhaps means I should be plotting a great escape to days of a hermit, or at least footloose and fancy-free.
Case in point: Ipoh. Last trip of 2010. Some parts fun, some parts aggravating. A laid-back resort on the banks of the murkily gurgling Sungei Kinta. In hindsight, I prob'ly organised the wrong type of accommodation holding the wrong type of expectations. The people who run the place don't even seem accustomed to letting people in and out through the gates.
Did you ever wish you met someone or were at some place under different circumstances? Yet, if the circumstances were different, you prob'ly wouldn't have met them or been there in the first place. It's not even something you can regret - I'm a big proponent of regrets.
The lack of food pictures (except bananas and toast) is perhaps a testimony to ... how tasty it is?
Next stop: Cambodia!
