Beautiful Clouds on a Beautiful Saturday on the Waters
I think clouds are amazing. I love clouds.
Splendid Sunset Clouds
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It’s all too easy to be caught up in the busyness of ‘life’ as we perceive it to be. But it is really a ‘life’ at all if all one does is to be ‘busy’ with our job or work. Is this how we define our existence? Is this how it feels to be alive when one dreads going to work and be stressed out by the demands of it and our bosses?
Although not quite ‘caught’ up in their situation; I was quite taken aback by the ‘misery’ of my colleagues whom I had a meeting with yesterday in Miri; that even lunch time does not seem to bring much joy to their long drawn faces. As such I’d to amuse myself with the larger than life mural painted on one wall of the coffee shop / restaurant.
Catch yourself laughing at the silliness of it all
Have a productive remaining week but please do not get so caught up with it. Loosen up, smile and choose to be happy regardless of the silliness of it all. It’s only bloody work and don’t let the crabs drag you down! Amen.
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On a lark, I accepted an invitation (thanks Tiruz!) to join a group of cycling enthusiasts to cycle from Kuching to Serian and back on Sunday morning. I wasn’t really thinking except for some silly notion that it would be just another Sunday cycling ride. Perhaps it was a mistaken notion that the distance from Kuching to Serian would only be around 30 kms and that I’m sure as hell fitter than the average cyclist. Ignorance is bliss but it also can lead to great adventure. Whatever. However I got the distance totally wrong as it is a good 60 kms from Kuching to Serian!
With Mimik an adventure racer who at one time after a particulary 'adventurous' sea kayaking outing with me off the Bako coastline refused to talk to me after that!
Not one to keep a good thing to myself I also invited my friends Reuben (who cycles to work - except that his work place is just round the corner of his house, a good 5 minutes away!) and Cynthia who has just recently bought herself a mountain bike. With more enthusiasm than good sense; we turned up at the appointed meeting place (behind Arif Hotel in town) well before the appointed time and in typical Malaysian custom had to wait a good hour before the rest of the cyclists turned up in assorted fancy looking road and mountain bikes and attire. Let’s just say that the 3 of us don’t quite look the part. Anyway we finally set off at 7.30am. Incidentally there are several groups of cycling enthusiasts in Kuching and this informal group was organized by a fellow architect, Hj. Mohd Khaidir Abang who now heads the Dept of Technical Services in DBKU.
Odd kayaker/cyclist out but I still managed to reach Serian! ;)
Anyway I made it to Serian despite the smells (after kilometers 30 onwards there are various poultry and pig farms alongside the highway), heat (I’m glad I brought my full brim hat instead of a cap) and ‘burning thighs’ - yeah a new ’sensation’ to me that borders on getting a full muscle cramp. Upon reaching Serian I gratefully accepted the (tempting) offer from Reuben (grinning comfortably in his Hilux) for the ride back to Kuching, as by then the near noon sun was really bearing down. The Hilux was part of Reuben’s slew of contingency plans that he put into effect after kilometers 20 which no doubt that Cynthia appreciated as well as she was picked up by Reuben a short distance later. Their spirits were willing but their butts were not!
Reuben & Cynthia : "Their spirits were willing but their butts were not!"
We had a great experience and were discussing plans for our next cycling trip already on our lazy drive back to Kuching! It’s a good thing that we have short memories. Did any silly things on Sunday? 
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Monday blues if you get stopped by Monday
Hey! It’s back to work Monday and I’m still in a Tg Datu frame of mind having spent a wonderful weekend at the remote National Park there. And on the way there on Saturday morning we were stopped by a police road block for no apparent reason as the policeman for some strange reason only asked to have a look at the passport of the American lady who was in the van with us. Perhaps he has some other motive in my mind until he probably notice that I had taken a snap of his badge. Duh! Whatever.
After Tg Datu, it's a struggle to get back to work!
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