I hate mondays, social diseases and the future is merahputih

I know. My blog is on hold now, pending further matters to be resolved. I can't say things have improved for the better over a period of time, but, for the moment, things appear to be fine. In any case, it's been fairly revealing how other blogs have progressed recently. Anyway, I am not here to pass on my thoughts on this.

A trip to Malaysia is on the cards, and friends have kindly invited me to visit Indonesia too. The latter won't be a new experience, save to say, that I look forward to going to Jakarta this time round, and not some dusty border backwater first travelled. It's fair to say that Sarawak's proximity to the 3 Kalimantan Kabupaten (provinces - Indo Speak) is more welcome only to those moving to Sarawak itself. I would hazard a guess that in some well settled areas, odd groups of foragers and farmers meet regularly and exchange pleasantries, either side of the borders, but contact and migration has always been fluid in those distant regions.

Rather disbelievingly, the weather here now is a lot more wet compared to earlier summer months this year. Days are shorter and evenings fairly darker, lighter auburn colours of autumn is making itself felt. About the only time of the year when I find England magical, in a strange way. I can't quite describe this country in a few lines, but I would say it is certainly a nice place to visit, rather infrequently, at certain times of the year. And that is not during the cold, winter months. Much thought of but, more bestial way of looking at the oncoming winter, is to not indulge in the pub crawl on long weekends, for more congenial pursuits may be found in London's Theatres or more underground word of mouth clubs. But hey, if you're partial to bisexual sluts addicted to butthole surfin, some could be found here, in more extreme S&M clubs.

Perchance a excerpt of a conversation at work today:

Me: Zandra (grovelling voice), are you willing to take this on ?

Her: Yes, off course, XXXX

Me: You sure ?

Her: Yessss (Tired Now voice)

Me: Ok, (you sexy little minx, if only i had my filthy way with you,....) I'll let Des know, and he'll pass the stuff over to you.

Her: Thanks (relief) Just one more thing, what about the deadline ?

Me: Dear, that's something Des does, he'll let you know, not my problem now

Her: Please (You bastard, you can forget about me dropping my knickers now)

Women are a bundle of nerves. More Sensitive than TNT or Nytroglycerine. Handle with care when you have too.

That's why I hate mondays.