I TOLD YOU BLOGS WERE BIG IN MALAYSIA!!!!

Now blogger.com has created their basic pages in Malay! So for a week I will be presenting my Blog in Malay. Well, maybe not entirely in Malay, just the basic pages, as that might take a whole week to read! And I'm sure that most of you don't speak Malay.


Do you? Or is that a broad assumption?

Buggerit, maybe you do speak Malay.... here goes...

Syoklah! Saya merasa sangat gembira yang saya akan pergi ke Everest Base Kem bulan April tahun depan. Saya tahu bawaha bukannya senang tetapi saya fikir yang kami boleh berjaya mencapai cabaran unik ini jikalau kami berkerjasama, jikalau kami berupaya tolong-menolong bersama-sama, di mana bantuan dikehendaki.

Don't you agree? :)

Bleep Bleep! Who's Got The Keys TO My Jeep? VrooooooooOOOOOM

Yes, believe it or not, that is another song quote. Thank you Missy Elliott.

I just thought I'd put down my bleep test at a nice round 9. I couldn't go on past that. Not really. Not without a fag. Now that I've quit, I'd like to see where I stand. Still a bit longing for a fagorette but not really. I don't miss them, I just miss the timeout.

The first Training Sesh

... is always a bitch. Kirt and I got there traditionally late (work shizzle) but got straight into it more or less...

I can't remember how long the session was, and I'm not sure entirely who was there... some faces I'd never seen - Tom's brother Neil (well, I'm assuming brother, they looked similar and they were both called 'Sharland'). Some chap called Paul who I'd never seen before on any of the events I'd been to (I've only really been to the first meeting about the trip and the London Crawl Shenanigans thingy so I'm not sure if I can call myself an expert on the people going... I don't even know all of the trektators and we're all on the same team!!!!) and there were people at the fitness session that aren't even going on Everest... crazy bunch of fools. A cameraman, some tall bloke (not Dave tall, but tall enough) and a couple of others who my hazed mind is struggling to recall.

Anyway, it was towards of the session that I started to drop off, not really pushing myself... and then I thought... 'hang on a sec, you're 4 years off 40 next month and you're not playing cricket on Everest, you're taking photos. Get a grip!!!! But yeah. I think my hearing has returned to normal now and my heartbeat has eased. I still can't lift my arms up with any ease. And the rushing in my head is now silenced. Quite grateful to hear that other people were experiencing similar physical sensations, not just me thinking 'ok here we go AVM Haemorrhage II: The Bitch is Back and She's 20 years older......'.

I have to stop doing that... I guess a 20 year old habit is hard to break, especially since it's been the only thing on my mind for the past 8 months.

This is only the first day of fitness training, what am I going to be like tomorrow or on Friday when the muscle healing really kicks in? We shall see... I'm just glad it wasn't as stretching as capoeira. I think I have to go back to that and try to do at least one session of capo a week. I need to get my pre-The Letter fitness back....

(ok, so the photo was from the bleep test last month, I needed some sort of photo of people doing fitnessy things and Miles was there).

Anyway... Am I a serial blogger?

Should I mention....

That I have quit smoking? Will it last? I hope so... It already feels better, just this amazing pull both ways, one to end the hunger of that nicotine beast thrashing around by lighting one of Obe's fags and keep smoking, or to smile through this period, knowing that it isn't that hard, really, however hard it actually feels. Yeah. You want a cigarette Zubairi? This isn't suffering, get real!

The other side of it is a great joy that it's actually working, that I fear that I might actually succeed....

Or maybe this is an 'up' day. We're meant to have up days and down days. Just like normal, non-smokers. Maybe that's all it is....

I'm in my 3rd day of it. I came out to Obe last night. He was a bit shocked. He didn't know I'd quit. Mind you, we hardly see each other as I'm always out boozing and whoring apparently....

Not true.

I'm more or less teetotal.

Yak Yak Yak Yay Yay Yay.

I've added this link to my blogroll (these guys do have a sense of humour, whoever created this).

http://www.kirtblogging.blogspot.com/


He's the chap who created this whole Everest adventure. His baby. A whole troop are making it happen.

It takes courage and imagination.
And strength
to carry it through.



Have a read. He's also just started as well. It's going to be amazing.

Give up yourself unto the moment, the time is now.

Yes, it's a song lyric...
I thought I'd start as I mean to go on. Music has played an important part in my life. While I enjoy music it's always frustrated me that I've never created music but maybe that'll change.

This year has been a year of ups and downs. Maybe more of that later when things start to settle. After the exhibition. After Everest. When things have started to settle... when the pockets of busy-ness have evened out. I hope they don't. It's good to be over busy.

Does anything settle? Are we always in a state of flux? Maybe we as humans are constantly changing.

'We're only particles of change, I know, I know....
Orbiting around the Sun.....'

This is my first. I thought I'd join the bloggers. It's all the rage in Malaysia.

Here I make the leap.


Watch me fly....