Cambodia aftermath

Stop complaining my lack of posting and just gimme a ring ok?

I’m going camping this weekend. Surprising eh? All my friends are going, so it’s kinda like peer pressure. Yes, being 26 and having peer pressure doesn’t make sense, truth is I don’t wanna miss out, plus I have never camped before. Day camp, hiking I’ve been, but not build yr tent, start fire kinda camp. And also to see how much I can take, especially after Cambodia trip which kinda buffed me up a little. I may not be very active in sports, it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy outdoor/nature. I would like to think any vigorous outdoor activities for me are more of a “wouldn’t” rather than “couldn’t”. I am lying to myself, when I tell ppl I don’t like it. In fact, I lie about a lot of things. I don’t see a need to be truthful the whole time, but ..just white lies. Okay, straying away again.

Oh! About my trip Cambodia, exploring impressive architectures are reflective to a certain extent, it didn’t strike me until I saw Ta Prohm temple which mostly in ruins. As I walk in, I wonder of their lives, their culture back in those days. Some are in the midst of restoration, others are left in their current state – rumbles of bricks. See http://angkorblog.com/_wsn/page4.html

I have concluded that I prolly would have enjoyed it much more, if not because I was on the brink getting a heat stroke and the fever I had on the last day, and not forgetting the souvenir I got > love bites. Yes love bites from bed bugs la. It was pretty severe, because I had developed an allergic reaction to it. Imagine how glad I was when I touched down in KL. I've never wanted to go home so badly after a holiday. Usually a tinge of sadness linger when it ends, while your heart slowly trots its way home from the hotel room you've stayed, u know?.. that kinda feel of wanting to stay another day, another hour. But I miss the KL weather, I miss my bed, and also I was actually pining to have a bottle of our local mineral water. And I NEED medication.

I only know this much, when I see what it was like being deprived. No, deprived shouldn’t be the word. More like, I am lucky to have a childhood basking under the hot sun catching fish by the river, falling into it while learning to ride a bicycle, and not rowing the boat for a living at the age when money shouldn’t even be an issue. It’s heart wrenching to deny kids selling drinks/souvenir to you, because you can afford it. What I am able, is only buying some colas from them, their little timid, sweet, angelic voice, chanting please buy, please buy.
I can’t turn them away,... I just couldn’t.