It’s a good thing I didn’t go into journalism despite my childhood aspirations otherwise. I’d fail at the rookie bit that involves writing headlines.

Then again, I’d love those to write some silly double entendres like “Iraqi Head Seeks Arms” Ah yes, what a classic.

The fucking fire alarm in an adjacent block keeps ringing on and off like it is possessed. It is past 2:00 a.m. and I’ve just shaved some years off my life stressing about Air Asia charging me 5X for my return flight from Kota Kinabalu because of some server glitch. Not to mention the $$ I spent calling up VISA hoping that they would just cancel those transactions. Since Air Asia offers dirt cheap flights, they’re too ghetto to have a 24-hour call centre so I’m just going to have broken, stressed out sleep. How much do you want to bet that they’re going to blame me and take all my money? Oh wait, I can’t bet since I have no frickin’ money left thanks to flakey Air Asia! >:(

Ladan, being the sweetheart she is, just told me to calm down as these things generally work out. I need to work on not being such a reactive person. Deep yogic breathing, Adrienne. Inhale…exhale…

Somehow, deep breathing can’t calm you down when there’s a frickin’ fire alarm ringing at random intervals.

All this stress because I decided to book a return flight from KK on Thursday, Sept. 22 so I could travel back with Matt. Firstly, I didn’t want to go through the stress of travelling as a lone woman in Sabah and Brunei after the boys leave me in the wilds of Borneo. Secondly, I’ve got to face the fact that I’ve got mountains of assignments due after the mid-semester break ends. Those assignments won’t do themselves, so that extra weekend in Singapore will be mighty helpful if I can discipline myself.

In other Borneo news, we’ve received final confirmation that we were unable to get a climb time. Mt. Kinabalu will have to wait for me to conquer it. I’m slightly disappointed as I had hyped myself up ever since Mike showed me his pictures and waxed lyrical about being far above the clouds at dawn; but mostly, I’m relieved.

As you know, I’ve been feeling a bit sick lately. (I’ve been thinking about how I can share my pain with you without making you sick too. I’m not as good as Dooce at talking about poop.) The bouts of bleh have left me a bit weak and wary.

More than anything though, I am happy about not having to worry about my knees and back. Even though I’ve been stupidly suffering for fashion a bit and sporting cute shoes instead of my sneakers with orthotics, I’m generally quite careful with both my back and knees since they’ve taught me the true meaning of pain. The descent worried me as they’d strain both my back and knees. While this back issue is new, I’m quite used to my right knee just giving up on me while heading downhill as evidenced by my past sprains caused by skiing. With Mt. Kinabalu out of the picture, I just have to worry about avoiding injury while trekking on more even land. I can handle that.

Pictures and tales from Melaka to follow soon. It’s almost 3 and I have to wake up in 5 hours. I’m too tired to be angry about why I stayed up so late and why I have to get up so bloody early. Good night, moon.

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