Through the monsoon

I felt like Indiana Jones today. Salvaging through the wreck meant having to endure the mud and the stench, strategically position yourself with every step or you face kissing the mud-covered floor, and straining to see in the darkness where your torchlight is just a pathetic little round ball of light. And of course, having to face up to ambushes from your ancient archenemy, the Cockroaches. It was all in a day's work getting really filthy and smelly, saving documents that would change the world (or yours, anyway) and stopping a falling locker from crushing you to death, armed with only your trusty quick reflexes.

At the end of such an exciting day, I am tired as hell, filthy as hell, smelly as hell, I look like hell, but hey, I managed to get away with only 4 big bruises.

Battle scars FTW.

"Some words that are not meant are often said, whereas some words that are meant are mostly, not said at all."