Reminiscence

I feel like remembering what I have done this year. Went to Fraser’s Hill to learn about Malaysia’s own precious species. The animals and the pods. How they capture the movement of the animals. We did get an appreciation gift. Get some bloody son of the bitch bloodsucking. It was an invitation with nice made food. I almost throw out on the way back. I was having a mantra to be quickly down the hill. Water rafting in Ulu Slim river. Learn to cooperate with other people. How to listen to the order correctly. We did have some fun. Getting wet the whole day. One boat has exploded. They were okay. Ours get number one to arrive. We do wait for them and we lay on edge of the river. So cold. Feel the sand, the sound of the river flows nonstop along the way. I felt Orang Asli who conducted our boat was nagging and it was submerged in between the wind. It was funny though. Coming to the end of the year, a scene with the blood-sucking son of the bitch was at war with me. I was bleeding enormously on my both feet. I was late to be carpool with friends and forgot many things to bring. We were going three peaks at that time which was done from morning to dusk. Raining in the late afternoon make the trail muddier but it didn’t stop us. Stumble upon a huge rock like a two-story building. It was like strata. Strata should be made from sedimentary rocks. It was not limestone or sandstone. Panti Range is from granite. Granite that was arranged by humans? There was an old city called Kota Gelanggi near Kampung Lukut. A civilization. Ulu Sedili river originated from Panti Range. The city was a loss. Where do the people go? Why do they go? A bigfoot attack? Covering some valuable thing? Found a new better place? Hardly know. We might get the Indiana Jones case there. Can be.

A lot of things have gone quiet today. The intensity of going through sharing in social media has become incredibly lessen. It is just without the heart. My mind becomes tired. My soul becomes numb. Funny stories have become stiff to find. They don’t care attitude has become steady every day. When I kept quiet, people misunderstood. When in silence, thinking can be better. I just want to feel the silence only. At certain parts of the day, feel just want to be in a place that I can hear my thought. Maybe it was too much. The brain labyrinth perhaps was a place that all is now.