These aren't my feet - they belong to my colleague. I took advantage of her morning-care ritual, which meant bending over.. The host Penan family had burst into laughter because they thought I was taking a photo of her butt. Now, why would I do a crazy thing like that?? Hee..
I haven't written much here, have I? There are still the stories from the Baram, which probably end up being a story from the Baram. Coming soon, as they all say...
It's been a crazy week: I was sick and achey before I got better over the weekend. I've been having work-anxiety dreams that carried over to real-time. I spent too much money on the Popular booksale (I think I bought a total of nine books - hee. Some of the loot were for my sister and the two Penan girls). I got all these weird calls and smses from Mandarin-speaking folks. I yelled at one of them for calling so repeatedly but he didn't understand me. For some reason, we've been eating a lot of Indian food this week but I'm not complaining! My sister turned 31 last Friday. I asked her what she wanted, and she replied, "a miracle".
"Bath salts, maybe?"
And oh, I wrote an angry note to the driver of a car that was illegally parked and made my reversing extremely difficult:
"Dear Inconsiderate Idiot,
Is your ass too large to park in the proper parking space??"
Friends later commented, "let's hope that they understand English!"
Bah, at least I felt better writing that note.