Yea, 12.30, driving on the lonely street of town, heading home alone. A huge group of motorcyclist riding around for I-don't-know-what reason passed by.
Well, guess that they just have different ways of thinking. What's on their mind? Hanging out with their riding buddies, racing each other out, who's standing out, what's the point of standing out anyway etc. What do they want in life?
Meeting up with 3 buddies at the other end of town a while earlier. We still hang out from time to time, even after ups and downs as we go on our paths. Casual, warm, and comfortable. No one wanted to leave even after the shop has closed. xD
I wished I could stayed on too, but it was late. I am sometimes too concerned. Can't help it though, it's Malaysia and things happen. We talked about almost everything, things we couldn't care less and things we don't know.
The trip to Siam Reap was well better than what I expected. The temples built were great, the experience unprecedented. Not the crowds though. I just don't like places roamed by tourists, and inconsiderate people who block other's view, or other's lens, MY LENS.
Lovely locals. The hotel, a low cost but sufficiently good one, has some great staff. One of them, the only one that my dad talked to, had a degree from University of Angkor in Accounting, and is working there, serving at the counter, cooking at times, pouring juice and cleaning the corners. According to the drivers, they should earn around 200 ringgit a month. There's no way that we can compare to that. Perhaps the cost of living is different, but one thing's for sure, what we look for in life is never the same.
Everyone has their destiny though. So there's nothing to compare and nothing to talk about anymore.
Anyway, I hopped onto the last flight of this trip, KL-Penang, and sat alone by the window pane. A white couple sat with me. I thought they were English at first, as they whispered sweet English I thought. Then their whispers slowed down, I thought they were French or something, until I heard English again. Definitely not people from the States though. I started talking to the wife after taking off, all the way until Penang. We talked about their kids, my parents, his job, my studies, their town, Penang, Australia, Malaysia, foreigners and many more. But once we got off the plane, they don't seem to recognize me, maybe they were just too far away, or maybe there were just too many ordinary looking Asians like me. I would love to believe these, rather than they looked down on Asians, including the one that showed courtesy to them during the flight.
Still, there is a long list for me to do in this 2 days. Washing my bag, washing my car, servicing my car, downloading sony vegas for the coming assignment, and creating a photobook. Give me more hours!
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