I know, I know. My poor blog has grown cobwebs since I started writing for a living. This used to be the place for me to pour my pent-up writing juices back when I was working as an IT person. But now, there’s a lack of motivation to post things here – mainly because I’m chasing deadlines after deadlines and gallivanting about (locally!) to get the latest scoop on places, people and relevant products.

Life has been exciting. One heck of a roller coaster ride. I’ve learned and done things I never thought I would. Still, the journey has just begun and there are many, many more experiences ahead to relish.

Now the Chinese New Year is coming and it will soon be exactly a year since I made the career change. I have no regrets in the year that has been. But there were a couple of losses when it comes to letting go of toxic baggages which I do not want to carry over to the New Year. With each loss, hopefully there’ll be new gains – a lighter soul, more laugh lines and a gaggle of friends (rekindled & new).

I learned that life is about taking chances. Against my normally cautious and water-phobic self, I decided to write about whitewater rafting. Once that decision is made, everything started falling into place. Before I knew it, last Saturday I found myself snug as a bug in an inflatable raft at Kampar River along with 15 others – garbed in helmets and life-jackets with paddles in our hands.

Before reaching the terrifying ‘Boom Boom’ rapid, I gulped down all fear of tumbling out of the raft and met the challenge head-on. It was indeed heart-stopping to finally reach Boom Boom. We were suspended on air for several long seconds before crashing hard to the rapids below. I couldn’t recall if I screamed. But something which I didn’t think I had broke to the surface. What was this strange thrill and adrenaline rush that I am feeling now? Could this be what bungee-jumpers feel right after they take the plunge?

I yelled out in victory to my colleagues.

“Woo hoo!!! We did it!!!”

So we did. And so we shall continue to do.