EcoRezab

Today, I decided to write a reply letter to my dearest Kakak in Chicago. It has been a while since I actually wrote a letter to anyone. I was going to try out the fountain pens that my brother gave me as pressies. So, I prepped the pens I was going to use and got everything ready. Then a thought flashed through my eyes of how my handwriting would turn out. I was sure that my handwriting was going to be atrocious. True enough.. it was.

Atrocious it was but nonetheless I finished writing the letter. However, what happened along the way of the letter being completed was interesting. I didn't even get past the first paragraph when my hand started cramping up. I had to rest for a minute, shake my hand and start writing again. I felt the same way when I played the piano the other day. I knew I had to work out my finger muscles again.

Oh Dear God! I do hope it's not athritis.

So dear friends, typing & clicking on the mouse on the pc is not finger exercise. Actually it makes our hands and fingers become lazy. So get out there and do some finger exercise. If you need professional advice on how to do finger exercises, I would gladly point to you in the right direction. I have a Doctor friend living in the UK who specialises in fingers.

Righto! I'm off!

tap tap tappity tap tap. tap tap tappity tap tap tap tap tappity tap.

My sister in law just turn thirty yesterday. This is the most interesting part of life as it only gets more exciting and interesting from now on.

To my sis in law aka langau extraordinaire...

HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY!

Life only gets better from now on. ;)

After months of planning, brainstorming, exploring ideas and working out what works best for what "The Reserve" has to offer, finally I can see a faint distant light at the end of the tunnel. The core objective is to turn nothing into something with commercial value. 

This is for my dearest niece. You know who you are.

I recently rummaged through my personal belongings in search of my well kept stash of KNIVES! To my dismay, I managed to recover only a few of my prized possessions. Some of them have miraclously disappeared. I wonder where it went. Hmmm...

On one of my daily visits, I decided to take a short stroll into the surrounding secondary jungle to familiarize myself with the terrain. Armed with nothing more than a water bottle, my parang and a shaft of broken golf club, I trekked into the unknown.

My first 25 metres of trekking was overgrown with secondary undergrowth, so out came my parang. I zoned out pretending to be a computer game character up for some hacking and slashing. I was in a battle for my life and the thick undergrowth were the monsters out to get me. I hacked and slashed. And did it in a graceful fluid manner. Altair or Solid Snake would’ve been proud of me.

I started sweating profusely in the humid jungle heat, I was drenched in my own salty sweat. My sweat started to attract more monsters! Due to the salt content of my sweat, I have become a salt buffet for the insects. So I had another battle with the creepy crawlies irritating my every move forward. I stopped and said to myself, “Wait a minute, this is all wrong. Slow down.“ I remembered my training as a divemaster that when all hell breaks loose, “STOP,BREATHE,THINK,ACT”. I did just that and I realized how overwhelming a tropical jungle can be. I have to admit, I was overwhelmed. There must be another way.

I crouched down and started looking through the undergrowth. I recited Surah Al Fatihah as I tried to find a path onwards, observing, listening to soundtrack of the jungle around me. I started to slow down my urban pace to that of my current surroundings, then as sudden as the jungle overwhelms you, a faint distinct trail begins to emerge. A faint trail leading me away from the thick vine monsters and onwards on my adventure. I followed my instincts and pushed forward. After about another 30 minutes of trekking, I decided to turn back. I knew it was not wise to go further alone in the event any mishap were to happen.

As I walked back to my white pickup truck, I thought of how silly I was hacking and slashing away through all that thick undergrowth. If I continued doing so, I wouldn’t have even made a 100 metres that morning. Instead, do as the natives do. Walk through it in a calm and steady manner. I realized that to move efficiently in the jungle is to be one with it. A feeling of deep respect forms within you and you realize that you are nothing more than just a visitor, embracing what nature has to offer.

Another jungle lesson learned the hard way.

It HAS been a while since my last post. I decided to get off the grid & concentrate on matters that needed my personal attention.

I am back.

Back from the jungle.