I'm just a teensy weensy eensy hungwee.

Best Lamb Stew in Kuching

This was absolutely heavenly. I would tell you where it was, but the chef wanted to concentrate on her baking so she closed shop. She sells perfectly indescribably wonderful cakes and pastries though.

Buttered Prawns at Asian Recipe

I'm hungry, so I'm putting up a photo of buttered prawns from Asian Recipe. It's a couple of doors down from the PosLaju at Premier 101.

I'm loving the rain. Dark clouds, stormy energy. I feel safe, snug; at the same time, I want to go out in the rain and just walk. I'm intrigued at how the weather makes me feel.

A Different Perfection

Perfection comes in all shapes and sizes. A perfect sky can be anything between angry grey to blue with puffy whites. I'm on top of an overcrowded express boat from Song to Sibu. I might as well be on top of the world.

Weekend Away

I'm off to Miri and Limbang for the weekend! It's shocking, but I have never been to Limbang before. I wonder how it compares to Marudi, which I like, and miss. I think my trusty old Fujifilm S9500 is finally starting to show its age. I'm noticing weird things with the quality of the images, and it drinks up battery juice the way my rottweiler vacuums up water.

I think the trip will be good for me. I need to be away. The blessing of February, March and April has been the busyness these months have afforded me, and so the underlying one of sadness is somewhat dulled.

I'm praying all that effort into potential projects will finally kick off, and away I go.

Photo: Anonymous people by an anonymous beach. This is an old piccy from a few years back. One of my favourites.

Open Spaces

I was going about my business the other day, more hectic than I normally would like to be, when I suddenly felt quite a pang for the open spaces of Australia. My mind was freest when I lived there, oh so many years ago. There is a mystical quality to the land of Oz. Magic seeps out from the ground there. It is woven into the fabric of the air. You feel it the moment you step out of the airport and smell the eucalyptus in the air. It is as if all the trees are singing a chorus of welcome at you. It's so...open. Open spaces are wonderful things. One feels free. There is clarity. Magic

It's not too much a wonder that I miss it then, do you see? The magic of Oz is in my mind now. I feel a quickening to live even more than I am doing now. To change something in my life. I think it's a good thing, and I hope I have the guts to go through with it.

Photo: Somewhere along the Great Ocean Road, outside of Melbourne.