That Dangerous Time

My new name cards rock. It’s finally here. The “real” holiday we’ve been waiting for. Penang World Music Festival, here we come. I probably should have used exclamations, but I’m numb and tired and at the end of my rope. I don’t often get this way, and quite frankly, I can’t wait to get out of Kuching. Exclamation marks can come later. Why do I call this a dangerous time?

The second time we ever met

This is a story Robin and I repeated countless of times to his and my various circles of friends last weekend. Sometimes he starts and I finish. Sometimes I tell the first half and he tells the other half. I have to tell it on my own now, because he is currently in a plane somewhere flying back to New York. Robin and I met 20 years ago. His family

Full Circles

My weekend away was eventful but rejuvenating – full of old friends, new friends and new sights. It was a relief to be away from Kuching and away from the office, spending most of my time with new people and some people I haven’t seen in a while. Since I’ve given my blog address to some people, I’ll post a little something and say hello to new visitors. :-) I.