My first attempt at steaming egg. Sigh...What did I do wrong??? I followed my mum's instructions and it still turned out like a piece of *&#$. I thought I manage to break the eggs quite well too although the last one gave me trouble by refusing to hold on to its shell. Why?Why?Tell me why? Maybe I need physiotherapy or a brain scan...

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I guess there's not much of a countdown but ball is just a few days away! Having missed last year's, I hope Reminiscent will be an awesome night although my mind has recently taken to a particular 4-letter word. Z-O-U-K.

That's right! After the ball my friends are actually going clubbing and kindly agreed to play the part of babysitting a 21-year-old to her maiden clubbing experience. I wish I feel the good kind of excitement, you know the type which is not seasoned with a dash of guilt?...

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Sheesh! Lectures are incredibly booorrrriiinnngggg!!! Its just been 2 days since I went back to a university in the midst of a face-lift. Although the Harry Potterish facade of the building is spookily interesting, its back to boring nothingness listening to lecturers doing their mumbo-jumbo talk. Day 1 was pituitary talk in indian-infused-verbal diarrhoea and Day 2 was actions of hormones in glaring-eye-blinding powerpoint colours. Hopefully, I will find this semester's silver lining soon.

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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Suet Mayosis
Cause:	caught in hospitals
Symptoms:	scaly skin, imperceptibly dry rot, grunting
Cure:	trepanning
Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

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"Tiga anak Tuhan pergi sekolah minggu..." "Clap clap"...Amazing...That was how I felt as I sat in the middle of the circle. Children all huddled around me, their voices rising stronger and clearer with each strum of guitar. You know the song "Butterfly kisses" where the song goes "After all I have done, I must have done something right..."? That captures my feelings exactly in the dark and stuffy bamboo church. Goosebumps came and went but the faces of the children, the sounds of their laughter and touch of their fingers remains.

It took time to plan, an exhausting 2 hr thrill ride on a hi lux and an upward climb to reach the village but as I sat there watching kids run barefoot glancing shyly at me, I knew that what I experiencing will never equal the energy consumed. It was a gift from God, a simple and powerful one which I knew spoke to 7 friends. The gift was not an elective well done or camera opportunities but the experience of giving to receive something far better than what we gave.

Something as simple as spending time with a child who does not even know what birthday is, sharing Mamee Monster to a girl who eats tapioca daily, shaking the hand of a boy who has to fight with 5 siblings for parental affection, singing a song with children who do not know the meaning of material wealth but freely shares with you the gift of abundant joy.

Even as I sit and type amidst all the comforts of my home, I am still in awe of the people of Jangkap. The smell of wild boar, the taste of their tea and rice still lingers as unpleasant on my tastebuds but it was their best. They gave us their very best and this humbles me. Did I give them all I could have? Sure, the toothbrushes and toothpastes, snacks, paper, colour pencils did cost something but it wasn't my best and yet their joy and gratitude leaps out free flow.

Now I wonder what Mesra and Ija are doing? Is Ludut still singing his beautiful song of a secret language? Is it cold up there? Are the chickens still cooing for no reason? Is Benny sitting outside his home, strumming on his guitar to the cool winds? Is Lok Lot going to use the tissue and tape I gave him? Is his wife sleeping on Callista's pillow? Simple questions to a simple life I experienced for 3 days and a simple gift I came home with.

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Will be in Kampung Jangkap tomorrow for 3 days! Can barely wait...

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