Procrastinator.

I have a paper due tomorrow but am in no mood at all to write, I sort of need to talk to someone but there is no one, so I am blogging.

I am also watching a travel documentary (Passage to Malaysia) on Sabah, on TLC, formerly Discovery Travel and Living Channel. I have this sudden urge to go there, but of course given my financial situation it is hardly wise (or possible, for that matter). I miss the jungles. I miss the humidity, the symphony of jungle sounds, and even the leeches. OK maybe not so much of the leeches. But the coming Thursday I am going home, and my mum's organizing a waterfall trip on Friday, so I'm looking forward to that. It isn't Sabah, but it will be in the jungle.

Ah the Probiscis monkeys appear on TV. The Probiscis monkeys can have erections that last for 24 hours, a piece of jungle trivia for you. Somewhere along the way their human cousins lost that ability and had to invent Viagra.

I think after all the European cities and landscape I'm really hankering for some tropical beaches and jungles. And I miss Malaysia. It's not even the food, like Zewt might suggest with his typical cynicism. It's just this vibe that stirs something inside of me, once I cross the Causeway I feel warm and instantly relaxed, and I know that I am in a good place. Sure, bad things are happening back home, but bad things happen everywhere. It's just that when bad things happen at home, it hurts more. And at this point I am worried about the world more than anything else, petty politics and racist people seem miniscule compared to the loss of 5,000 species yearly, rising sea levels, melting permafrost, etc. The whole world is driving towards a huge metaphorical concrete wall that will kill us all, and all we can do is squabble about insignificant matters.

But whenever I talk about issues like these I get depressed. I should go. Have a long night of writing and insomnia waiting ahead of me so I should get started.