
I was testing out my tree-climbing skills...

Am I a good koala bear? Check out the girls in the back... such a boring shot.

I was testing out my tree-climbing skills...

Am I a good koala bear? Check out the girls in the back... such a boring shot.

One sitting, one feeding, and one hovering.

Going in for a quick dip.

Check out that hovering action!
Oh, the random facts you learn from Numb3rs! I love the little gems of quotes that I get from that show. In a recent episode, Larry was musing over raspberries because the same chemical that gives them their taste is apparently found in abundance in the universe. So, he concluded, the universe must taste like raspberries… there’s an interesting thought. Now the challenge is to test that hypothesis, but really, how do you go about tasting the universe? Oh let me just go to outer space and open up a window and stick my tongue out. Yeah…
Then today I was wandering the aisles of Ralph’s and came upon a strange sight – colorless raspberries! They looked like they had gotten the “blood” drained out of them. It turns out they are just “golden raspberries” (the name makes them seem so much nicer, doesn’t it?). Curious, I had to get a (freakin’ expensive) box to try. I mean, these things just look so strange! The little hairs are so much more obvious against the light skin, so they look rather hairy. Not the most appealing of looks, but hey, they taste just fine! They just seem to lack some of the tartness that red raspberries have.

Taking over the sidewalk!

Stubbornly growing up on high.

photo credit: markterrybooks.com
At moments, my mind is clouded by a foggy haze. Thoughts no longer come in lucidly and I can just imagine the transmissions in my brain slowing down. It’s hard to focus when an invisible weight sets foot on your cranium and won’t dissolve, no matter how you try. In fact, it’s almost like corn starch in water or a Chinese finger trap, where the harder you try, the more resistant it gets. So I’ve given up fighting against the current and decided that it’s time to let my weary mind rest for the night. I have no clue what has brought on this mental murkiness, but along with it I feel a sense of increased agitation and restlessness.
Snippets of thoughts run through my head – things to remember, things to do, things to… wait, what was I thinking again? A train of thought is lost just as easily as another takes its place and my mind jumps around lethargically in a way completely unlike the normal stream of thoughts that has me working at a quick pace. I remember websites I meant to visit and read, but I’ve no patience to go through the words. My left eye feels more strained than my right and that irks me. I remember moments that I was harsh or irresponsible towards Panda and I get a pang of guilt.
Too many choices lay in my path and I can’t seem to rationalize my decisions. Everything is a good path, so how do I choose just one? I want to go to all these events, but I don’t have the time and shouldn’t use the resources to. I’ve been craving ice cream all night long and never got around to getting some. I’ve wasted way too much time agonizing over when I’ll gain access to Google Wave, then researching Google Voice and MetroPCS instead. Why? Because I’m curious and wanted to learn about them. But I feel at a standstill, unable to get what I want though I know what it is that I’d love so much. A lot of that has to do with my job search.
I wouldn’t say I’ve found a dream job, but I’ve found one that fits my main specifications and sounds wonderful:
1. with UCLA
2. environment-related
3. decent pay with benefits
4. small work environment
But I haven’t heard back and it’s frustrating because I hate the whole job hunting process and I’d like to just get a job and settle a bit. Much as I enjoy what I’m doing now, there’s huge pressure from my parents to find a job. I don’t think they want anything else from me now, even if I win an award or get to do something prestigious.

I'd like some tranquility and a sense of accomplishment right about now. photo credit: healthyoga.com
My body feels out of sync and I’m getting more conscious of my unevenness. I haven’t had a proper workout for ages because I’ve been telling myself that I’ll start up a routine once I get a job. See, even I’m placing these restrictions on myself. I just want to land that job, get an apartment, get that new car, and begin a routine. Strange. I’m not one for routines and doing the same thing over and over again. But at the same time, I’d like a little more pattern in my life. Living week to week is not sustainable. So many things hinge on settling (and having money): starting to attend yoga classes, joining a massage clinic, picking up more hobbies, getting more creative with cooking, hitting up more restaurants, going to football/basketball games, getting alumni membership in Alpha Kappa Psi, reading books again… I’m putting off everything requiring money or a steady time commitment. After all, I don’t want to start something just to have to change when I do start working full-time.

Goldfish the size of your fist.

Sharing a secret or trying to share a kiss?

Oh no you didn't! This time they're intercepted. Jealous third wheel?
I took a little tour around SE Asia in July and my first stop was the capitol of Malaysia – Kuala Lumpur. I was told that it was pretty much just like Singapore, except less clean and that there wasn’t much to experience. Well, I was stubborn and kept it on my itinerary just because I wanted to see it for myself. It turned out to be a great choice and though there are decidedly fewer things to do there than a place like Singapore, it definitely had its own personality to offer.
My first unique experience was the monorail, which sit atop these concrete tracks suspended above the roads of the city. It’s nice to be able to look out and see things when you’re traveling, which is my one complaint against subways. Being underground and in the dark is just not very exciting. Floating over the cityscape is. Granted, they do move far more slowly and these little monorails don’t take many passengers (not that they need to). I got in pretty late that night, so I just went to my hostel to rest. I only left to go next door to get something to eat back at the hostel.
The next day I went to check out Batu Caves. I walked through Chinatown to get to the bus stop and was driven out to the surrounding countryside. A huge golden figurine guarded the stairway leading up to the cave, no doubt some sort of religious being meant to protect the place. There is a plaza area before you approach the stairs and on the string of lights in that area perched dozens of pigeons. Many more were cooing on the ground and the entire place was speckled with their droppings. I climbed up 272 steps to arrive at the foot of a big open-air cave in the middle of the mountain. The cave was mostly empty except for some roosters and, well, cavernous. I went to the other end where another set of stairs led up to an area that opened up directly to the sky and held a shrine or worshipping temple. On that side were a cluster of monkeys, climbing up and down the walls of the cave and running up and down the stairs.
On my way down the mountain, a man brought out bananas and began to throw them up the stairs towards monkeys that were streaming towards him. They grabbed whatever they could and horded what they caught, then each found their own place to enjoy their food. Being hungry myself, I decided to get some lunch after I explored the rest of the grounds and took a spin around a much larger temple structure at the base of the mountain. My lunch was pretty simple, just pickled vegetables and rice with a salty, crispy wafer of bread, but it was filling and good for my exhausted body.

A strange finding in the temple.

When I got back to the city, I walked around Central Market, where they had a lot of goodies for sale. There was a Fish Spa place where a lot of people were getting their feet nibbled at by the “doctor fish” that eat away your dead skin and leave your feet softer. I was tempted to give it a try, but decided that I would get around to it at another place. It’s pretty popular in some countries in Asia and at the least I knew there was a place back in Singapore that I could visit if I didn’t get around to it before then. Instead, I bought a little keepsake cloth art to remind me of the place and summer dress to wear when things got hot. I then wandered through Chinatown, too lazy to bargain and not really in a spending mood. I nearly stopped for a massage service but then decided against spending money and went back to the hostel.
At night, I went out to eat dinner and found myself in front of a huge shopping center called Pavilion. A beautiful fountain (Liuli Crystal Fountain) stands at the entrance of the massive collection of shops. I went inside for a stroll and found a lot of classy shops in a mall that’s probably twice the size of the largest mall I’ve ever been to before. There are something like six stories and the food court at basement level is four times as big as my own mall’s.
My final day there, I met with some people from the company distributing the Livescribe Pulse smartpen in Malaysia. I was treated to dim sum before we sat down to share our experiences and ideas. I was then taken to KLCC (Kuala Lumpur City Centre), where the iconic Petronas Twin Towers are. Yet another shopping center is situated at ground level there and I was shown the shops where the smartpen is being distributed. After a break for lunch (and sitting out a quick rainstorm), I was shown how the cloth art I purchased the day before is made. It’s called batik and they melt wax in these special “pens” and draw out designs on cloth. When the wax hardens, colors are painted on to the design and then the color of the cloth is “fixed” (not sure what that means or how it works). Cloths are then dewaxed and dried and the result is a pretty design with the white lines as areas where the wax was. Sometimes the wax is left on so the lines appear to be golden in color. A final pit stop at a chocolate-making factory was a bit less exciting since they wouldn’t actually let you view the process and only offered a huge shop with every flavor of chocolate imaginable (including durian and chili, for example).

They were using salt cystals to I guess "burn" a pattern when fixing the cloth color.
So all in all, I enjoyed myself and I’m glad I went to check out KL. Next time I go to Malaysia, I’d want to go to a coastal city to enjoy the ocean.
People naturally recognize patterns and matching things. So when you see a train of yellow firetrucks on the freeway, you’re bound to notice.

How many can you spot?
I’ve realized that I write a lot of my thoughts and opinions, alluding only occasionally to experiences, so I’ll now attempt to do some more storytelling and share some of my adventures.
Well to start off with, I didn’t get the best of directions and probably should have copied the map better. The bus driver and my fellow passengers had no idea what I was looking for and couldn’t tell me where to get off. By a stroke of luck, I was looking out the right side of the bus and the building had a large sign, so I found it. I got off the bus and made my way to the entrance, where I was greeted by a nice little landscaping in the front area and huge wooden doors. As soon as I stepped in, I knew I had chosen wisely. This place was impeccably clean and very nicely decorated. It was quiet and peaceful and the ladies working there were all well-mannered and well-dressed.

Take your pick of aromas and treatments! Top left: herbal scents for the steam room. Bottom: facial treatment options.
I was then taken to another room for my hot stone massage. I was given a funny little black underwear thing to put on, as well as a shower cap and towel. A nice little lady came in with the hot rocks and began to work on my weary muscles. She used two stones to stimulate my muscles and would trace the bones in my ankles or other areas where it felt really good to have something hot and firm running along it. Sometimes it would just be one stone or her hands and some lotion. The heat of the stones was just enough to leave a burning trail wherever it went, but certainly not enough to burn or hurt. She knew just how long to leave the heat there before it would start to generate more pain than relaxation. I wondered how her hands could handle the stones – as far as I could tell, she did not use gloves or anything to protect herself from the heat. When she wrapped up a few stones for me to lie on to soothe my back, I began to see how the prolonged heat could cause discomfort. We made a quick adjustment to protect me from the heat a bit more and I comfortably lay there for awhile. At the end, she had me sit in positions I’d never tried before, then pushed or pulled just the right way to make my neck and back crack. I’d never been cracked like that before and I imagine that’s what they’d do at a chiropractor’s. I fully intend on finding out one day.
If I get the chance, I’d definitely want to do that again. It was a great service experience. Next time I’m opting for the four-hand herbal massage… two hours of synchronized movements from two masseuses at 1400 Baht! How many people have four hands massaging them at once? Until then, I’ll dream of going back, or getting the unique jade stone massage at Le Petite Retreat, right here in LA.