I’ve been working on the blog post of our weekend adventure in Paris, but it’s been taking longer than expected. I think it’s because I’m trying to watch back episodes of Emergency Unit and trying to get to the finale before Astro cuts the transmission of it this weekend.

I would like to make a statement here—my brain can’t pay attention at two things at a time (one being writing my blog post in English while recollecting the places we saw in Paris AND two being trying to understand, in Cantonese, the plot of the undercover cop in a triad seeking to topple an Ecstasy pill production factory). Anyhow, I’m pretty sure the full report on how to see Paris in 48 hours will be published this weekend.

In my most recent business/leisure trip, I found a couple of strange but true facts about myself, which got myself pondering, what else don’t I know about myself?

• I say I can survive without rice but I was wrong. 10 days of baguettes and croissants at every meal proved this point.

• There’s always a photo of me with my hands in the air.

• I’m a serial planner (which is why I will get irrational when things don’t go as planned, i.e. cancelled flight out of Dakar)

• As irrational as I get, I bounce back into the planning mode quickly and manage to reschedule everything for the Paris trip. It made me feel like I saved the day.

• I thought I can handle the cold but realized I can’t when my mouth went numb and I talked funny.

• My body language is very subjective. Every time I try to explain and ask for something from the banquet staff, they never came back.

• I heart Starbucks, anywhere I am in the world. Maybe it’s the sense of familiarity since I can’t have nasi lemak in Paris.

Sometimes it is a good idea to sit down, and try to understand your own self before judging others’ weirdness.