I am currently considering my options. There are people going iceskating now and Im wondering if I should hop into my dad's car and join them. But if I go, I will most likely end up in Jurong Library borrowing a lame book and read watching the others. I have not recovered from that DEADLY trip wen yao caused me in the Sanctuary on Christmas Eve. My knee caps are still black blue, and it ain't getting any better. Any contact still sends me in frenzied pain and silent shrieks of, well, arghs. How nice it would be to have spontaneous regeneration. pttf...
I am currently quite constantly buffeted by waves of fatigue which cumulated and snowballed from couple of nights of partying. And I heard there were several people coming over here for a countdown tonight. Nubcake man!
I guess in those ancient shows people lie on ice and it heals their internal energy. Perhaps the gelid environment in the ice skating rink will help boost my energy levels, or at least cure me of my eternal fatigue that has plagued me for a very long time.
I will blog more about the past few days and the maelstrom of events, that diluted the line between night & day, sanity and insanity. I am currently laggging horribly now. if you would excuse me, I would
like to change and leave for Jurong east right now.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
The fading heart beat of 2007
It's been some time since Ive blogged. The last one was some random emo, but right now I am going to blog about more, well, hopefully, significant matters. I am sure, our ever sensitive inner ears can now feel the vibes and cries of the fading heart beat of 2007, and alongside, the deadly clings and creaks of machine operated ropes ready to unleash all devilish stored energy and haul us all back to school.
Ouch.
I guess that's one, really ridiculous and farfetched lamearse attempt. But well.
The days that go by, the days that made me feel happy, the days that made me feel sad. 2007 has been a wonderful year I guess. Though it was really a sinusoidal adventure, ups and downs, highs and lows, just like tides. Well, I guess life is just like this. Gained big experience, causing me to level up several levels up the level ladder, and obtain several new abilities on the way. Well, I am not going to spoil what I have installed for the 31st december post. And coincidently and wow-ly, 31st december is my dad's birthday.
Well, Ive been watching this series, Heroes. Which was, well erhm reccomended by some church friends. The theme is well, as it's name suggests, Heroes. People who are special, with unique abilities (some really l33t, some really not very useful, but still, it's cool). and thousand and one complications that revolve around these special abilities. Trust me, this show gets confusing after awhile, and I have been watching it in a probably 500X500 pixel online website which gets me really, well, dizzy after awhile. Not good for the brain, but it's a good show for the intellectual, it makes you think.But still, this show suggests and reinforces (or probably inversely opposes it, depending on how you see it actually) the Evolution theory. (which is so dead wrong). But it's great entertainment, I don't suppose anyone would really believe anything out of such a show. It's like superman or batman, but with a darker, and also, mysterious feel to it. Integrated in this show are other themes like friendship, love, family. A story which tells many stories at one go, with multifarious elements....and a confusing plot. but still, very very very entertaining.
Sometimes, it's just one big mess.
Ecstasy.
I never felt such thrill before. Hearing alone is a pleasure, and yet, exploring is just another totally different thing. My heart yearns for more, the forbidden fruit. And probably something which is still beyond my control.
Fantasie Impromtu.
Ouch.
I guess that's one, really ridiculous and farfetched lamearse attempt. But well.
The days that go by, the days that made me feel happy, the days that made me feel sad. 2007 has been a wonderful year I guess. Though it was really a sinusoidal adventure, ups and downs, highs and lows, just like tides. Well, I guess life is just like this. Gained big experience, causing me to level up several levels up the level ladder, and obtain several new abilities on the way. Well, I am not going to spoil what I have installed for the 31st december post. And coincidently and wow-ly, 31st december is my dad's birthday.
Well, Ive been watching this series, Heroes. Which was, well erhm reccomended by some church friends. The theme is well, as it's name suggests, Heroes. People who are special, with unique abilities (some really l33t, some really not very useful, but still, it's cool). and thousand and one complications that revolve around these special abilities. Trust me, this show gets confusing after awhile, and I have been watching it in a probably 500X500 pixel online website which gets me really, well, dizzy after awhile. Not good for the brain, but it's a good show for the intellectual, it makes you think.But still, this show suggests and reinforces (or probably inversely opposes it, depending on how you see it actually) the Evolution theory. (which is so dead wrong). But it's great entertainment, I don't suppose anyone would really believe anything out of such a show. It's like superman or batman, but with a darker, and also, mysterious feel to it. Integrated in this show are other themes like friendship, love, family. A story which tells many stories at one go, with multifarious elements....and a confusing plot. but still, very very very entertaining.
Sometimes, it's just one big mess.
Ecstasy.
I never felt such thrill before. Hearing alone is a pleasure, and yet, exploring is just another totally different thing. My heart yearns for more, the forbidden fruit. And probably something which is still beyond my control.
Fantasie Impromtu.
Monday, December 24, 2007
And once again, Emo
Actually, I would usually refrain from posting such posts. But I am Emo right now, and the worst part, I have no idea why! And perhaps, one main task of this post is to explore and find out why and how I am exactly feeling emo.
It feels as if everything I do, seems totally boring, and meaningless. I find no excitement in anything. I find myself very alone, very unaccompanied and even with respect to things I do. There is nothing to excite me, there is nothing to make me feel entertained. And once again, I find myself lacking the resolution and strength to induldge in self-entertainment. Perhaps words can never express feelings because words are merely the definition of feelings and ironically, definitions only pinpoint but never elaborate a feeling. They distinguish. But in my case now, sadly, I think searching for it's definition will be a good enough victory.
All of a sudden, I feel I am on a different frequency as everyone around me, and even the things I do.
I can't help it but feel very detached from everything. From people, from the things I do, the things I enjoy, my family. Why is it that I feel such a draconian sense of detachment. Why do I feel so unhappy doing the things I usually do. I really have no understanding at all.
It seems like I am in a state where I dread everything, even the things which I used to enjoy. And even things that make me sad, are on equal standing with things that make me feel happy.
And seriously, am I again, on a mood swing. I am not particularly upset over anything, nothing's bothering me.
Maybe it's just my happy program in me not functioning well, and it takes time to be back up again.....
It feels as if everything I do, seems totally boring, and meaningless. I find no excitement in anything. I find myself very alone, very unaccompanied and even with respect to things I do. There is nothing to excite me, there is nothing to make me feel entertained. And once again, I find myself lacking the resolution and strength to induldge in self-entertainment. Perhaps words can never express feelings because words are merely the definition of feelings and ironically, definitions only pinpoint but never elaborate a feeling. They distinguish. But in my case now, sadly, I think searching for it's definition will be a good enough victory.
All of a sudden, I feel I am on a different frequency as everyone around me, and even the things I do.
I can't help it but feel very detached from everything. From people, from the things I do, the things I enjoy, my family. Why is it that I feel such a draconian sense of detachment. Why do I feel so unhappy doing the things I usually do. I really have no understanding at all.
It seems like I am in a state where I dread everything, even the things which I used to enjoy. And even things that make me sad, are on equal standing with things that make me feel happy.
And seriously, am I again, on a mood swing. I am not particularly upset over anything, nothing's bothering me.
Maybe it's just my happy program in me not functioning well, and it takes time to be back up again.....
Sunday, December 23, 2007
One big mess
A maelstrom of events happened over the past few days, or rather one and a half weeks. I believe I never blogged about the Youth camp, as well as the mission trip. But bear in mind, what I will be posting in this post will be Christian related, and for people out there who do not like reading such stuff, you can choose not to read. but if you still want to find out how much fun I had in camp and Thailand, you can read on.
Draconian fatigue is settling in from this long endeavour, but still I am persevering, keeping alive and typing this. And probably my frangible concentration will cause all parts of my body to enter standby mode except my fingers which will go on frenzy autopilot and type rubbish. So, please, give me at least 1 night of sleep before I revisit my blog, and do a quality check.
I would first like to bring across a point that, though camp and trip was both different events (and totally different events, though their theme had various obvious intersects), they were both not connected by anything close to a break. I only had a couple of hours of rest at home, (not sleep, but just a short nap), after camp and then I had to do the packing of my luggage. I know others, Qi heng, nic all had it worst. And perhaps I should feel guilty for complaining so much.
First and foremost, camp. Youth camp is something that I was looking forward to, like since the time I was in Europe, I anticipated, and was pretty excited. I knew about several games, my group members like 1-2 days before, and I was delighted because I knew my group leader, Dom as well as Wei Song is in my group, I felt safe and sound. I don't recall much but here I am going to give a brief overview. As well as a general rate of this camp.
Camp Site 2/10
Perhaps I have been pampered and spoilt by the likes of kuo chuan presbyterian (our camp site last year), this year's venue was totally horrible. If not for the massive and extensive area cleaning efforts that me and some other people had been doing on pre-camp day, the area would be alot worst, and even after all that cleaning efforts, there were still rampant complains and sighs of dissatisfaction. Horrible camp site. Toilet was one stink bomb, bathing was a chore (and most people, I believe, generally felt hesitant about bathing). The school was rather small, congested and lacked pretty facilities. In addition, it was rundown and I believe that there aren't really much schools worst than this. Dunearn secondary, was a horrible choice. Probably a good, decent price, but still, the camp site plays a big role in Camp experience. But looking on the brighter side, it is in the most horrific, the peak of dirtiness and the stepping out of the general comfort zone that bonds people together. Despite the lack of a nice conducive environment, I believe the camp went well, and that is why it didn't get a big fat zero, and once again I believe I have been rather harsh on this segment of my overview. The hall, was rather decent and cosy, in my opinion, though.
Games/Activities 9/10
I would say that this time round, I am rather impressed by the games. They were rather creative and they did a good job in making sure sporty powerhouses don't dominate, giving the less enthuiastic or atheletic to excel. I remember last year where there were a rampant of games like captain ball (which IMO, sucks). The games this year were more intellectual-based, several puzzle-like stuff, or involves getting dirty (which IMO, is not that bad, and ironically, adds to the fun). I don't want to list games here, but there were games which I really enjoyed by self, and there weren't really much sucky/lousy games around. Overall, the activities were generally interesting and usually keeps me motivated throughout the camp. The 2nd day we went to Ubin for an adventure, it rained like crazy. The sky spammed us with rain, but still, I believe that it was in such harsh conditions that people bond. Dirty, dirty, but still, fun, fun.
Sermon 3/10
I know some are going to disagree with me on this. But personally I found the speaker very poor. I am not refering to content of the speaker, but more of style. It hurts my ears and mind to hear someone talking like a TEACHER, or worst still, a principal. I could even remember the person rephrasing a point many times, like we're little children or kids in a school. It is totally annoying to hear a sermon like they're instructions, or rather, in such a commanding or authoritative tone. Perhaps this is what I feel because I know of a teacher that talks exactly like the speaker and it was a great turn off for me.
The theme this time was evangelism, and I believe is one aspect that is lacking in most of us. It was useful but still, there was a couple of other talks in YF, or other activities and seminars about Evangelism which I have attended and alot seemed so repititive to me.
This is my point of view, perhaps all in all, this was the most sensitive part to comment about.
People 6/10
I wouldn't say I am greatly impressed by my fellow group members. My general comment was "okay, good enough to get by the few days". Though there is a certain member of my group which I found disturbingly irritating after awhile, the rest were okay. Dom was a great leader, but could be greater. He lead the team well but I think he didn't really do much in terms of bonding the team together. At the end, the group was, I believe, not united, not at all, I believe. Most of us were just being together in a group and co-operating because we know it was just a short 4 day camp. I don't see much interaction after camp (or maybe it was because I was away, overseas). I see other groups facing the same problem too, the lack of enthuaism.
X-factor 4/10
This camp totally lacked the x-factor. I wasn't touched at all, it didn't feel exciting. It didn't keep me thinking "ah it was a great camp". My most positve comment I ever given was a "not bad". And I believe this camp certainly lacked alot of factors that could make a camp feel successful. I believe the lingering effect of camp spirit, group spirit is what constitutes the "x-factor", along with an array of other ingredients that varies from perception to perception. This x-factor could have been way worst, without "heart of worship" which was the last, but most satisfying event.
Adding on, the games and activities, though really satisfactory, did add an immense toll on the health, and fatigue levels of the people, which had severe effects on people. This caused us to be restless, and generally unaatentive during sermon and during the final "sharing session".
Sacrifice, perhaps.
Overall, I am going to do a no-brainer sum up of scores 24/50. Could have been better, an E grade for camp this year. Though I know that such things aren't really arithimetrically measurable. I believe, that it was a passable (as the score suggests).
I will blog about my time in Thailand another time, my concentration died on me.
Time to rest. Ahuu
Draconian fatigue is settling in from this long endeavour, but still I am persevering, keeping alive and typing this. And probably my frangible concentration will cause all parts of my body to enter standby mode except my fingers which will go on frenzy autopilot and type rubbish. So, please, give me at least 1 night of sleep before I revisit my blog, and do a quality check.
I would first like to bring across a point that, though camp and trip was both different events (and totally different events, though their theme had various obvious intersects), they were both not connected by anything close to a break. I only had a couple of hours of rest at home, (not sleep, but just a short nap), after camp and then I had to do the packing of my luggage. I know others, Qi heng, nic all had it worst. And perhaps I should feel guilty for complaining so much.
First and foremost, camp. Youth camp is something that I was looking forward to, like since the time I was in Europe, I anticipated, and was pretty excited. I knew about several games, my group members like 1-2 days before, and I was delighted because I knew my group leader, Dom as well as Wei Song is in my group, I felt safe and sound. I don't recall much but here I am going to give a brief overview. As well as a general rate of this camp.
Camp Site 2/10
Perhaps I have been pampered and spoilt by the likes of kuo chuan presbyterian (our camp site last year), this year's venue was totally horrible. If not for the massive and extensive area cleaning efforts that me and some other people had been doing on pre-camp day, the area would be alot worst, and even after all that cleaning efforts, there were still rampant complains and sighs of dissatisfaction. Horrible camp site. Toilet was one stink bomb, bathing was a chore (and most people, I believe, generally felt hesitant about bathing). The school was rather small, congested and lacked pretty facilities. In addition, it was rundown and I believe that there aren't really much schools worst than this. Dunearn secondary, was a horrible choice. Probably a good, decent price, but still, the camp site plays a big role in Camp experience. But looking on the brighter side, it is in the most horrific, the peak of dirtiness and the stepping out of the general comfort zone that bonds people together. Despite the lack of a nice conducive environment, I believe the camp went well, and that is why it didn't get a big fat zero, and once again I believe I have been rather harsh on this segment of my overview. The hall, was rather decent and cosy, in my opinion, though.
Games/Activities 9/10
I would say that this time round, I am rather impressed by the games. They were rather creative and they did a good job in making sure sporty powerhouses don't dominate, giving the less enthuiastic or atheletic to excel. I remember last year where there were a rampant of games like captain ball (which IMO, sucks). The games this year were more intellectual-based, several puzzle-like stuff, or involves getting dirty (which IMO, is not that bad, and ironically, adds to the fun). I don't want to list games here, but there were games which I really enjoyed by self, and there weren't really much sucky/lousy games around. Overall, the activities were generally interesting and usually keeps me motivated throughout the camp. The 2nd day we went to Ubin for an adventure, it rained like crazy. The sky spammed us with rain, but still, I believe that it was in such harsh conditions that people bond. Dirty, dirty, but still, fun, fun.
Sermon 3/10
I know some are going to disagree with me on this. But personally I found the speaker very poor. I am not refering to content of the speaker, but more of style. It hurts my ears and mind to hear someone talking like a TEACHER, or worst still, a principal. I could even remember the person rephrasing a point many times, like we're little children or kids in a school. It is totally annoying to hear a sermon like they're instructions, or rather, in such a commanding or authoritative tone. Perhaps this is what I feel because I know of a teacher that talks exactly like the speaker and it was a great turn off for me.
The theme this time was evangelism, and I believe is one aspect that is lacking in most of us. It was useful but still, there was a couple of other talks in YF, or other activities and seminars about Evangelism which I have attended and alot seemed so repititive to me.
This is my point of view, perhaps all in all, this was the most sensitive part to comment about.
People 6/10
I wouldn't say I am greatly impressed by my fellow group members. My general comment was "okay, good enough to get by the few days". Though there is a certain member of my group which I found disturbingly irritating after awhile, the rest were okay. Dom was a great leader, but could be greater. He lead the team well but I think he didn't really do much in terms of bonding the team together. At the end, the group was, I believe, not united, not at all, I believe. Most of us were just being together in a group and co-operating because we know it was just a short 4 day camp. I don't see much interaction after camp (or maybe it was because I was away, overseas). I see other groups facing the same problem too, the lack of enthuaism.
X-factor 4/10
This camp totally lacked the x-factor. I wasn't touched at all, it didn't feel exciting. It didn't keep me thinking "ah it was a great camp". My most positve comment I ever given was a "not bad". And I believe this camp certainly lacked alot of factors that could make a camp feel successful. I believe the lingering effect of camp spirit, group spirit is what constitutes the "x-factor", along with an array of other ingredients that varies from perception to perception. This x-factor could have been way worst, without "heart of worship" which was the last, but most satisfying event.
Adding on, the games and activities, though really satisfactory, did add an immense toll on the health, and fatigue levels of the people, which had severe effects on people. This caused us to be restless, and generally unaatentive during sermon and during the final "sharing session".
Sacrifice, perhaps.
Overall, I am going to do a no-brainer sum up of scores 24/50. Could have been better, an E grade for camp this year. Though I know that such things aren't really arithimetrically measurable. I believe, that it was a passable (as the score suggests).
I will blog about my time in Thailand another time, my concentration died on me.
Time to rest. Ahuu
been away
Ive been away in Thailand, Chiang mai for about 7 days. Again, another disappearing act. And this time I am back not to blog about it. As my experience is a very personal one, if you wish to find out, please ask me about it, personally. It is not any holiday, not a field trip, but a mission trip.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Bugging me not
Ants has been invading my room, bugging me. To that extent where I cannot leave edibles lying around for even a few seconds. The ants, which track that object (which is most likely edible, to us humans), and then sprint there with great haste. I never knew ants move so fast. Or were they always in stealth mode and remain invisible till some food is being detected. I am more inclined to believe in the former.
I never liked ants, but these few days, when my room was no better than a garbage dump, I have learned to led a life, one that is and being okay with ants. Now I wonder why my mum will shriek and scream at the top of her voice whenver she sees an army of ants invading one corner of the table. That was my first and initial series of reactions, but I think Im already numb to seeing such a disgusting scene. Disgusting, afterall, is only a matte of perception.
Another big mistake. I forgot, I spilled Coke on my Zinc bag on the plane and when I reached home, I carelessly placed the bag on the bed. And then, the bed got infested with ants. And, and, I slept on that bed. There were at least hundreds of them to the extent that you could see them clearly from afar. And I slept peacefully without much of a disturbance at night. Of course, if I see an ant trying to invade my privacy or getting too close, I will not hesistate to PWN it. I slept well, none of them tried to disturb me. Perhaps, I am too unsweet?
Even seeing a platoon of ants crawling all about the table, sometimes it amazes me why I can stand there calmly, and decide whether to do something about it. More often than not, nowadays, I just leave them alone. So what? They're just insects, They don't harm. I can live with them. Why is it human instinct to go HOOHHA about these little creatures and their first standard procedure is to grab a tissue and go on a killing spree. I just let them be, but the downside is, they don't go away on their own, don't they?
So the point here is. Why are people so scared of ants? Red ants or those that bite are a different story. I think ants are only as dirty as our floor. They have probably microsophic shit. And definitely not worth getting a sore throat over...
I think I am going insane. I find myself seeing an "ant invasion" as something spectacular. On a scale of well, as spectacular as lets see, a shooting star perhaps?
Speaking about sore throat, the reason for this ant invasion was a sweet (strepsils), which was left opened in my pencil case. Yes, I have uneaten and unwrapped sweets in my pencil case....And I wonder why. Man, im dirty.
Okay, enough of all these ant rubbish. Insects don't bug me as much as what I am going to narrate this morning.
I slept late last night so I wanted to sleep in this morning. Well, it was cooling, partially sunny, dark clouds I presume, and it was about to rain. I was tucked in my blanket, and there were no ants, (mind you), and everything was so fine, I was not emo, my mood was in perfect synch with all the conducively relaxing environment. I was half-awake, half-asleep. Imagine if you can, you're sleepy, but you're not exactly very sleepy. You want to sleep, but you can be awake at thi moment. The feeling of just wanting to stay in bed and enjoy and savour every moment of keeping your eyes closed, and thinking about nothing. Priceless.
And then...
I recieved a call from this retard survey company. I thought it was an important call or someone I know. She spoke in Chinese, (which irritated me futhur. it sounded china-ish to me). I hanged up immediately. I turned away from my phone. And then few seconds later, my phone burst into eccentric vibrations.
It was no survey company. It was a girl's voice. I thought it was someone I knew. And the person looked for someone called Tommy.
The only Tommy I have encountered in my life in fiction or reality is either a 1)TOY or 2) A 1st generation power ranger.
I highly suspect a prank call, but it didn't seem like. It was more likely a wrong dail. Great, several minutes of precious sleep gone. It's not the time that mattered. It was the mood, atmosphere which was disrupted. Damnit. They stole my tranquility. And such conditions of the heart and mind, cannot be compensated.
You see, there are thousand and one things that can be more irritating than ants. In this case...I didn't blame the person that called the wrong number, I really felt super irritated by the survey. I know it is unthinkable to be still sleeping at like say 11am. But please, for once, consider that some people might be having a jet lag!!!
Anyway it's weekends but it ain't making any difference. Im craving for some tennis and the weather is actually making me feel sleepy and tired.
I'll blog again later, when more comes to my mind. If you noticed, I typed this post in a very heck-care manner, because I am actually feeling exponentially more sleepy every second. And perhaps at a power of 3. I will collasp soon.
I never liked ants, but these few days, when my room was no better than a garbage dump, I have learned to led a life, one that is and being okay with ants. Now I wonder why my mum will shriek and scream at the top of her voice whenver she sees an army of ants invading one corner of the table. That was my first and initial series of reactions, but I think Im already numb to seeing such a disgusting scene. Disgusting, afterall, is only a matte of perception.
Another big mistake. I forgot, I spilled Coke on my Zinc bag on the plane and when I reached home, I carelessly placed the bag on the bed. And then, the bed got infested with ants. And, and, I slept on that bed. There were at least hundreds of them to the extent that you could see them clearly from afar. And I slept peacefully without much of a disturbance at night. Of course, if I see an ant trying to invade my privacy or getting too close, I will not hesistate to PWN it. I slept well, none of them tried to disturb me. Perhaps, I am too unsweet?
Even seeing a platoon of ants crawling all about the table, sometimes it amazes me why I can stand there calmly, and decide whether to do something about it. More often than not, nowadays, I just leave them alone. So what? They're just insects, They don't harm. I can live with them. Why is it human instinct to go HOOHHA about these little creatures and their first standard procedure is to grab a tissue and go on a killing spree. I just let them be, but the downside is, they don't go away on their own, don't they?
So the point here is. Why are people so scared of ants? Red ants or those that bite are a different story. I think ants are only as dirty as our floor. They have probably microsophic shit. And definitely not worth getting a sore throat over...
I think I am going insane. I find myself seeing an "ant invasion" as something spectacular. On a scale of well, as spectacular as lets see, a shooting star perhaps?
Speaking about sore throat, the reason for this ant invasion was a sweet (strepsils), which was left opened in my pencil case. Yes, I have uneaten and unwrapped sweets in my pencil case....And I wonder why. Man, im dirty.
Okay, enough of all these ant rubbish. Insects don't bug me as much as what I am going to narrate this morning.
I slept late last night so I wanted to sleep in this morning. Well, it was cooling, partially sunny, dark clouds I presume, and it was about to rain. I was tucked in my blanket, and there were no ants, (mind you), and everything was so fine, I was not emo, my mood was in perfect synch with all the conducively relaxing environment. I was half-awake, half-asleep. Imagine if you can, you're sleepy, but you're not exactly very sleepy. You want to sleep, but you can be awake at thi moment. The feeling of just wanting to stay in bed and enjoy and savour every moment of keeping your eyes closed, and thinking about nothing. Priceless.
And then...
I recieved a call from this retard survey company. I thought it was an important call or someone I know. She spoke in Chinese, (which irritated me futhur. it sounded china-ish to me). I hanged up immediately. I turned away from my phone. And then few seconds later, my phone burst into eccentric vibrations.
It was no survey company. It was a girl's voice. I thought it was someone I knew. And the person looked for someone called Tommy.
The only Tommy I have encountered in my life in fiction or reality is either a 1)TOY or 2) A 1st generation power ranger.
I highly suspect a prank call, but it didn't seem like. It was more likely a wrong dail. Great, several minutes of precious sleep gone. It's not the time that mattered. It was the mood, atmosphere which was disrupted. Damnit. They stole my tranquility. And such conditions of the heart and mind, cannot be compensated.
You see, there are thousand and one things that can be more irritating than ants. In this case...I didn't blame the person that called the wrong number, I really felt super irritated by the survey. I know it is unthinkable to be still sleeping at like say 11am. But please, for once, consider that some people might be having a jet lag!!!
Anyway it's weekends but it ain't making any difference. Im craving for some tennis and the weather is actually making me feel sleepy and tired.
I'll blog again later, when more comes to my mind. If you noticed, I typed this post in a very heck-care manner, because I am actually feeling exponentially more sleepy every second. And perhaps at a power of 3. I will collasp soon.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Opposing nature
t's 2:22am. and it feels so afternoon right here, within me. Even if I wanted, I can't sleep. Jet lag is really horrible. You know you should be sleeping, yet you can't. And then you have to indulge in really time wasting activities (or rather, stallers), to keep you company till 'bed time', which is, ironically, now.
Okay, so Ive had enough of Dota, had enough of surfing the net, had enough of blogging (ironically, once again), had enough of almost everything and had a very satisfying dinner of Frog Leg and Rice with fab chilli sauce, (at 9pm, which is like lunch to me, yum yum). Even if I wanted, I can't go on the piano because I would be seriously and horribly disturbing to neighbours....
And then.
*poof*, i got the most insane, magical, awesome idea. I was kinda feeling emotional (and I would stress that emotional and emo are defined pretty differently). Started to pick up a drawing block and sketch. I drew 4 emo pieces. And then, I crumbled all of them. Wrote abit of poem on it, and prose. I guess it's a good way to vent our emotional stress and pressure bottled in within. Drawing, and art, is really a good way to spend time, as well, as relax. Though ironically, I find myself concentrating when drawing or sketching.
Then, I did something stupid...
I drew myself.
Of course, with a mirror.
I wonder how much resemblence there is, but there certainly is (according to people Ive asked). You be the judge. I am maladroit at expressing myself with pens and pencils, seriously. but still, I believe I managed to produce something decent for a first timer. I didn't draw those pimples and unshaved hair though. (who would! lol).
I tried sketching Tayye's face, and i Failed SO HORRIBLY, then I am too embarassed to post the picture here.
I guess I feel so influenced. Art is actually very fun, all sorts. Literature, poems, music, drawing, sketching all of them. It's an endeavour, and exploration in the cave of emotions. If music is what emotions sound like, then art is what they look like. But that is for abstract art, I have not reached a level to appreciate such art. But still, I feel so inspired.
And did I mention there was this visit to Picaso's museum at Barcelona. Fab, I can only say fab. He could even draw the transparency of a wedding dress and accurate paintings of the light's reflections. What can I say, genius. I stood before that gigantic painting, in awe. I was "oh my gosh" how did he do that? that guy, the way he saw the world, his eyes, are not normal.
Of course, we ordinary human beings, and of course, like me, someone with no flare for art at all, no talent in it (sighs), will never be able to experience as an inhuman and magnificant perceptions or what I would call "an eye to decompose what we see and build them back again on paper". That is so brillant, it's like magic, or rather visual alchemy. How could some people even do this? Perhaps one would have to take a look at the picture itself to do it. I don't believe such talent is learnable.
And yes, I did chance upon a documentry on the plane, about cellphones. Or rather, more commonly known as our HPs. You know what, the radiation from our cellphones when we talk on our hps are very hazardous. A employee whose job was to test mobile handsets developed a brain tumour after 3 months of work. To add on, the tumour was developed at where the mobile phone was actually most frequently used. I didn't catch the whole show, because of the depth of it (it was complicated to my weak, sleepy mind in the middle of a 15 hour flight, mind you). I was taken aback. I knew it was harmful, well, I thought to a small extent, but headaches could be developed due to overuse of our handphones. Im not talking about SMSing, smsing is probably harmless (and guys do take note, I think there is certain amount of damage receiving too much msg with handphone in our pants, Im serious), taking one or two calls aren't going to give you cancer. But i guess calls that extent to hours, could be cut down. And i seriously worry for people who spend most of the time on the phone, and worst, on the handphone.
And still, I have no solid evidence, you want, ask the experts. I am conveying the gist of what is trying to be conveyed. Don't take my words for it, they may be inaccurate. but still, this is what I have gathered.
I know this is slightly random. I would like some Gp-imbal freak, Engyian, Wenpu, whoever, to answer my question in prose format or gp-styled essays. Though I do think this genre of questions are very unthinkable for exams. But still, here it is, "Is being emotional nessecarily good or bad for a person in modern society". Attempt it please. But drop me a note if you think there is something to clarify about this question.
And did I say something about being emotional just now. Emotional versus Emo. To me, (I have my own array of strange, incongrous definitions, so bear with it). Emotional, is being overwhelmed by emotions, both in positive and negative context, Yet emo, is being overwhelmed by only Bitter, negative, sad emotions. Feeling emo, involves matters, for example, regret, hate, bitterness. While emotional, can be just be feeling nostalgically emotional, slightly melancholic, or it might be bittersweet. This is how I define these, and so when I say emotional, I am not going to drop dead into my bed to cry, it's more of sitting by the window, sipping some coffee and glazing into the horizon. But emo, makes me feel like diving into my bed, sinking my head into the pillow and sulk, sulk sulk, till I get tired of it. Either way, it's an invasion of emotions.
Somethings it makes me ponder. For example, one thing brought up by my piano teacher. Why is it that these hands BELONG to us, but they don't listen to us, they don't obey our instructions. It's the same with sports, all sorts. Why is it that this body, which belongs to us, which shells our souls, which lives with us, are not 100% under our control. Why is it even our brain, mind and heart betray us? Emotions, come into the picture here.
Most crimes, mistakes, happen because we are unable to control ourselves. In the case of manslaughter, it might be the failure to control rage. In the case of murder, it is the unability to restraint and control our mind from the most devilish thoughts. Throughout our lives, growing up, we learn to control our emotions. Infact, we have to.
In the house of emotions, Anger, and love, are probably neighbours. (they cause alot problems) More often than not, majority of the people are able to control their anger, they do feel anger, but yet they are able to refrain themselves from doing something stupid. This is because anger has visible, and REAL consequences. But as for love, people go ahead with their mistakes because the consequence are less obvious, but scars as deeply as the former.
If we can control our anger, why not love?
I have come to a conclusion, love, just like other emotions, anger, pride, hatred, happiness are all animalistic. They radiate from the core of our human nature, and our hearts. But the challenge is controlling them, oppressing them and maniupilating them to suit us and for the greatest benefit of ourselves. The cause of the thousand and one problems around us is the failure to control our emotions.
Therefore, Love is a choice. The reason why people cannot get out, or people fall deeper in, is because they keep telling themselves that they like the person. If we perserve and tell ourselves otherwise, the feelings will go away with it. Our brain works alongside our heart. An earthquake in the heart will cause tremors in the brain and vice versa. (but still, actually, both sources of feelings and thoughts come from the same source, but our mind is soooo adept at confusing us, but this makes me wonder who they are confusing, infact, they're confusing themselves) Oh wow.
And them, if problems can be so easily solved by digging and solving from the root of the problem itself, then life would be bliss and happy. but it makes me ponder again, what is the end of this ultimate "emotional control". Will we become robots? or is even perfection in this aspect totally impossible. And we would melt just like a space shuttle far from even having hopes of getting closer to the sun.
It's really a challenge, to think, and to introspect from a third person's perspective. That is virtually impossible, but yet the solution to thousand and one problems. And once again, introspection, from a third person's point of view, is another serious oxymoron.
But still, it makes me wonder again. Sometimes it is so true that we look at ourselves as if we don't exist. From a third person's perspective. When you look back, the you, is never you, it's like someone else which you have taken over. I would make a very provoking point here, are we ourselves at only this second. We constantly change, change, change.
And once again, perhaps emotional discipline could be the solution to many of our soceity's problems.
Well said, but it is indeed an extremely uphill task to carry out this 'emotional discipline" even to the slightest extent.
Ive been talking too much
1646 word blog post. congrats
Okay, so Ive had enough of Dota, had enough of surfing the net, had enough of blogging (ironically, once again), had enough of almost everything and had a very satisfying dinner of Frog Leg and Rice with fab chilli sauce, (at 9pm, which is like lunch to me, yum yum). Even if I wanted, I can't go on the piano because I would be seriously and horribly disturbing to neighbours....
And then.
*poof*, i got the most insane, magical, awesome idea. I was kinda feeling emotional (and I would stress that emotional and emo are defined pretty differently). Started to pick up a drawing block and sketch. I drew 4 emo pieces. And then, I crumbled all of them. Wrote abit of poem on it, and prose. I guess it's a good way to vent our emotional stress and pressure bottled in within. Drawing, and art, is really a good way to spend time, as well, as relax. Though ironically, I find myself concentrating when drawing or sketching.
Then, I did something stupid...
I drew myself.
Of course, with a mirror.
I wonder how much resemblence there is, but there certainly is (according to people Ive asked). You be the judge. I am maladroit at expressing myself with pens and pencils, seriously. but still, I believe I managed to produce something decent for a first timer. I didn't draw those pimples and unshaved hair though. (who would! lol).
I tried sketching Tayye's face, and i Failed SO HORRIBLY, then I am too embarassed to post the picture here.
I guess I feel so influenced. Art is actually very fun, all sorts. Literature, poems, music, drawing, sketching all of them. It's an endeavour, and exploration in the cave of emotions. If music is what emotions sound like, then art is what they look like. But that is for abstract art, I have not reached a level to appreciate such art. But still, I feel so inspired.
And did I mention there was this visit to Picaso's museum at Barcelona. Fab, I can only say fab. He could even draw the transparency of a wedding dress and accurate paintings of the light's reflections. What can I say, genius. I stood before that gigantic painting, in awe. I was "oh my gosh" how did he do that? that guy, the way he saw the world, his eyes, are not normal.
Of course, we ordinary human beings, and of course, like me, someone with no flare for art at all, no talent in it (sighs), will never be able to experience as an inhuman and magnificant perceptions or what I would call "an eye to decompose what we see and build them back again on paper". That is so brillant, it's like magic, or rather visual alchemy. How could some people even do this? Perhaps one would have to take a look at the picture itself to do it. I don't believe such talent is learnable.
And yes, I did chance upon a documentry on the plane, about cellphones. Or rather, more commonly known as our HPs. You know what, the radiation from our cellphones when we talk on our hps are very hazardous. A employee whose job was to test mobile handsets developed a brain tumour after 3 months of work. To add on, the tumour was developed at where the mobile phone was actually most frequently used. I didn't catch the whole show, because of the depth of it (it was complicated to my weak, sleepy mind in the middle of a 15 hour flight, mind you). I was taken aback. I knew it was harmful, well, I thought to a small extent, but headaches could be developed due to overuse of our handphones. Im not talking about SMSing, smsing is probably harmless (and guys do take note, I think there is certain amount of damage receiving too much msg with handphone in our pants, Im serious), taking one or two calls aren't going to give you cancer. But i guess calls that extent to hours, could be cut down. And i seriously worry for people who spend most of the time on the phone, and worst, on the handphone.
And still, I have no solid evidence, you want, ask the experts. I am conveying the gist of what is trying to be conveyed. Don't take my words for it, they may be inaccurate. but still, this is what I have gathered.
I know this is slightly random. I would like some Gp-imbal freak, Engyian, Wenpu, whoever, to answer my question in prose format or gp-styled essays. Though I do think this genre of questions are very unthinkable for exams. But still, here it is, "Is being emotional nessecarily good or bad for a person in modern society". Attempt it please. But drop me a note if you think there is something to clarify about this question.
And did I say something about being emotional just now. Emotional versus Emo. To me, (I have my own array of strange, incongrous definitions, so bear with it). Emotional, is being overwhelmed by emotions, both in positive and negative context, Yet emo, is being overwhelmed by only Bitter, negative, sad emotions. Feeling emo, involves matters, for example, regret, hate, bitterness. While emotional, can be just be feeling nostalgically emotional, slightly melancholic, or it might be bittersweet. This is how I define these, and so when I say emotional, I am not going to drop dead into my bed to cry, it's more of sitting by the window, sipping some coffee and glazing into the horizon. But emo, makes me feel like diving into my bed, sinking my head into the pillow and sulk, sulk sulk, till I get tired of it. Either way, it's an invasion of emotions.
Somethings it makes me ponder. For example, one thing brought up by my piano teacher. Why is it that these hands BELONG to us, but they don't listen to us, they don't obey our instructions. It's the same with sports, all sorts. Why is it that this body, which belongs to us, which shells our souls, which lives with us, are not 100% under our control. Why is it even our brain, mind and heart betray us? Emotions, come into the picture here.
Most crimes, mistakes, happen because we are unable to control ourselves. In the case of manslaughter, it might be the failure to control rage. In the case of murder, it is the unability to restraint and control our mind from the most devilish thoughts. Throughout our lives, growing up, we learn to control our emotions. Infact, we have to.
In the house of emotions, Anger, and love, are probably neighbours. (they cause alot problems) More often than not, majority of the people are able to control their anger, they do feel anger, but yet they are able to refrain themselves from doing something stupid. This is because anger has visible, and REAL consequences. But as for love, people go ahead with their mistakes because the consequence are less obvious, but scars as deeply as the former.
If we can control our anger, why not love?
I have come to a conclusion, love, just like other emotions, anger, pride, hatred, happiness are all animalistic. They radiate from the core of our human nature, and our hearts. But the challenge is controlling them, oppressing them and maniupilating them to suit us and for the greatest benefit of ourselves. The cause of the thousand and one problems around us is the failure to control our emotions.
Therefore, Love is a choice. The reason why people cannot get out, or people fall deeper in, is because they keep telling themselves that they like the person. If we perserve and tell ourselves otherwise, the feelings will go away with it. Our brain works alongside our heart. An earthquake in the heart will cause tremors in the brain and vice versa. (but still, actually, both sources of feelings and thoughts come from the same source, but our mind is soooo adept at confusing us, but this makes me wonder who they are confusing, infact, they're confusing themselves) Oh wow.
And them, if problems can be so easily solved by digging and solving from the root of the problem itself, then life would be bliss and happy. but it makes me ponder again, what is the end of this ultimate "emotional control". Will we become robots? or is even perfection in this aspect totally impossible. And we would melt just like a space shuttle far from even having hopes of getting closer to the sun.
It's really a challenge, to think, and to introspect from a third person's perspective. That is virtually impossible, but yet the solution to thousand and one problems. And once again, introspection, from a third person's point of view, is another serious oxymoron.
But still, it makes me wonder again. Sometimes it is so true that we look at ourselves as if we don't exist. From a third person's perspective. When you look back, the you, is never you, it's like someone else which you have taken over. I would make a very provoking point here, are we ourselves at only this second. We constantly change, change, change.
And once again, perhaps emotional discipline could be the solution to many of our soceity's problems.
Well said, but it is indeed an extremely uphill task to carry out this 'emotional discipline" even to the slightest extent.
Ive been talking too much
1646 word blog post. congrats
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Been some time
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
-> "The person who created this survey is a retard"
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
As if it will ever enter cyber space...
3. What was the last thing you watched on TV?
News in Spain, and again, in Spain.
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
Oh 2:33Pm noon.
*slaps myself* im in SG.
5. Now look at the clock. What’s the actual time?
9:34pm
Woo 1 minute passed.
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Fan spinning. And churning lots of air along with it. But I still feel warm.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Erhm. To play badminton today.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
The piano->the stairs->my room
9. What are you wearing?
Space suit
Shirt and pants.
10. Did you dream last night?
I don't remember anything.
12. What is on the walls of the room you’re in?
Gravity! get it gravity! If you mean the floors, then it's a different story.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
Your face perhaps?
14. What do you think of this quiz?
Stupidity killed the cat, but it won't kill me. :p
15. What was the last film you saw?
I don't think movies works using film anymore.
16. If you become a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I don't know. Depends on the depth of the keyword here-"multi". Either way, I don't think I have much to buy. I will feed all the beggars along the streets. (of course, geniune ones).
17. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
I can't believe this survey is talking to me. WOhoo.
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Newton's laws. Wohoo.
19. Do you like to dance?
Nope.
20. George Bush?
Im neutral.
21. Imagine your first child is a girl. What would you name her?
Sodium Hydroxide
I seriously don't know? I like Jpn names but that depends on my future wife, because I don't make the decision alone.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy. What would you name him?
Zzzzzzzz Potassium Hydroxide then.
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Nope. If you travel more, you will realize how good SG is.
And there are stupid whinners that complain about SG, go see the world.
24. What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly white gates?
No comment
25. 6 people who are tagged!:
Whoever who want to do, just do.
-> "The person who created this survey is a retard"
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
As if it will ever enter cyber space...
3. What was the last thing you watched on TV?
News in Spain, and again, in Spain.
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
Oh 2:33Pm noon.
*slaps myself* im in SG.
5. Now look at the clock. What’s the actual time?
9:34pm
Woo 1 minute passed.
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Fan spinning. And churning lots of air along with it. But I still feel warm.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Erhm. To play badminton today.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
The piano->the stairs->my room
9. What are you wearing?
Shirt and pants.
10. Did you dream last night?
I don't remember anything.
12. What is on the walls of the room you’re in?
Gravity! get it gravity! If you mean the floors, then it's a different story.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
Your face perhaps?
14. What do you think of this quiz?
Stupidity killed the cat, but it won't kill me. :p
15. What was the last film you saw?
I don't think movies works using film anymore.
16. If you become a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I don't know. Depends on the depth of the keyword here-"multi". Either way, I don't think I have much to buy. I will feed all the beggars along the streets. (of course, geniune ones).
17. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
I can't believe this survey is talking to me. WOhoo.
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Newton's laws. Wohoo.
19. Do you like to dance?
Nope.
20. George Bush?
Im neutral.
21. Imagine your first child is a girl. What would you name her?
I seriously don't know? I like Jpn names but that depends on my future wife, because I don't make the decision alone.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy. What would you name him?
Zzzzzzzz Potassium Hydroxide then.
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Nope. If you travel more, you will realize how good SG is.
And there are stupid whinners that complain about SG, go see the world.
24. What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly white gates?
No comment
25. 6 people who are tagged!:
Whoever who want to do, just do.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
And so the story continues
Jet lag, airplanes. Facing the most deadly veterans of sophorific stimulation, I find it hard to keep my eyes open. I will clear my jet lag in one day. Everyone is sleeping. Even the air is sleeping. In this overly somniferous environment. I can only perservere. No matter how much I want to close my eyes. I cannot.
And now the story continues. 2 weeks, just ding ding dong dong.Over. If time is an asset, then where have I wasted it? Perhaps waste is not a word. Travelling is certainly not a waste of time, but I find myself strongly believing that I am not a "natural-borned" traveller. Many people have expressed cries of envy. Going to europe, is like a dream to some people. I know this is not going to sound very nice but yes, I am appreciative that I am given a chance to tour and travel with a carefree heart, but I must say, I am maladroit at such endeavours. Deep down in my heart, I just know it. I dislike travelling. I must be blunt. No, I am not taking things for granted. I do know how to appreciate the fact that I am given a chance. But still, travelling, is not my cup of tea.
But still, it was a good experience. Though what my eyes have chanced upon was not that much of an enlightenment, the satisfaction that tags along the ownership of a memory of one's feet that once stepped upon those grounds and one's existence that explored these monuments and architecture masterpieces, makes it all worth the hassle. Travelling, is not exactly carefree. Neither is it painless, or relaxing. A holiday overseas, is more of a learning journey, it is more tiring than school, more taxing than sports. and we are often placed in many uncomfortable situations. Are those breathtaking scenery or art pieces of a hundred years of history worth all these hassle?
Maybe. Only maybe.
That is my point of view.
And now I have one week of time before Yf camp begins. And then as Yf camp comes to an end, I will be flying to Thailand. What a busy holiday. I don't think I ever did have a holiday this packed in my life before.
Ah and then one more week or so, we will be once again warped into school life. This time, in boss stage. But surprisingly, I am looking forward to school life without project work, as well as chinese. I can imagine school hours begin significantly shorter. Hopefully.
I am starting on a nocturne, scrapping my revolutionry etude. And closing in to completly my Rondo (well, perfecting it, at least trying to..). But since with all that camp and trip thing going on, i can't really be practicing much, so I guess I will have to take on some sidequest. I decided to go make a detour and learn some pop songs, (chinese ones)....
Okay that' all for now. Zero revision this hooliday. BUt it's okay,I always have my bankai for next year. zzzz
And now the story continues. 2 weeks, just ding ding dong dong.Over. If time is an asset, then where have I wasted it? Perhaps waste is not a word. Travelling is certainly not a waste of time, but I find myself strongly believing that I am not a "natural-borned" traveller. Many people have expressed cries of envy. Going to europe, is like a dream to some people. I know this is not going to sound very nice but yes, I am appreciative that I am given a chance to tour and travel with a carefree heart, but I must say, I am maladroit at such endeavours. Deep down in my heart, I just know it. I dislike travelling. I must be blunt. No, I am not taking things for granted. I do know how to appreciate the fact that I am given a chance. But still, travelling, is not my cup of tea.
But still, it was a good experience. Though what my eyes have chanced upon was not that much of an enlightenment, the satisfaction that tags along the ownership of a memory of one's feet that once stepped upon those grounds and one's existence that explored these monuments and architecture masterpieces, makes it all worth the hassle. Travelling, is not exactly carefree. Neither is it painless, or relaxing. A holiday overseas, is more of a learning journey, it is more tiring than school, more taxing than sports. and we are often placed in many uncomfortable situations. Are those breathtaking scenery or art pieces of a hundred years of history worth all these hassle?
Maybe. Only maybe.
That is my point of view.
And now I have one week of time before Yf camp begins. And then as Yf camp comes to an end, I will be flying to Thailand. What a busy holiday. I don't think I ever did have a holiday this packed in my life before.
Ah and then one more week or so, we will be once again warped into school life. This time, in boss stage. But surprisingly, I am looking forward to school life without project work, as well as chinese. I can imagine school hours begin significantly shorter. Hopefully.
I am starting on a nocturne, scrapping my revolutionry etude. And closing in to completly my Rondo (well, perfecting it, at least trying to..). But since with all that camp and trip thing going on, i can't really be practicing much, so I guess I will have to take on some sidequest. I decided to go make a detour and learn some pop songs, (chinese ones)....
Okay that' all for now. Zero revision this hooliday. BUt it's okay,I always have my bankai for next year. zzzz
Home Sweet Home
Just a short summary of the cause of my dissappearing act for approx 2 weeks. I went to Europe again! But visited different place (of course). It was a more concentrated visit this time, (but still, sigh, extremely normadic). It was a circuit around Spain with a detour to Portugal. Due to the complications of each state name, which adds on to the repititive visit of Cathedrals, as well as the limitation of places of interest in Spain, gives me a very dry and limitedc ontent to blog about. Mainly because it was cold, I was sleepy, and I was half asleep most of the time. Also, there ain't much interesting things in Spain.
Maybe there's this contrast effect. Central Europe last year with all the big & bad states/countries. Extremely famous landmarks last year. Let me tell you I visited nothing really spectacular this year. It was just Europe again, but nerfed. Yep, nerfed, to a very astronomical extent. I wouldn't say it was boring, but it was the contrast effect. The damn contrast effect that made everything seem so unimportant and ungrand and unglam (and anything, you name it) compared to last year. Well, comparisons usually breeds unhappiness. So just let's say this was a decent trip, a different place and a totally foriegn land where most people speak Spanish (like duh)....and most of the time we have to do a sign lanquage game inorder to order our food. But it got really easy in the later part of the trip.
14 days this round. Overall a short trip, as after deducting deparature and arrival days we are only left with 11 days (which is really really short), but still the urge to go home was still strong.
And yes this brings us to the subject of food. The food there tasted initially very good. But the standard (or maybe the perception of the food, by our tastebuds) exponentially declined heavily after a few days. Breakfast was a good example. The first day we were greeted by an array of fanciful tarts, crossiants, breed, and interesting unique Spanish delicacies (I was hungry mind you so I gobbled them before I could ask them their name!). Beautiful breakfast! But as the day past, we find ourselves eating the same old garbage again and again. First day was sweet, yumyum, Second day was Umm not bad. and by the fifth it there was this irking sensation to puke. I wasn't savouring my food, I was DRINKING my breed. (we were kinda in a rush every morning as soon as the "sensational breakfast" or the affection for 'delicious' breed wore off). We grew sick and tired. Lunch was so-so. Most of the lunch were eating in Service stations (like petrol koisks and along toilet stops). Some were decent (standard white food), Pasta, Meet and stuff. Some were horrible and I recall eating the worst meal ever in this trip in a service station which pasta tasted worst than water. Besides that, there were several optional lunch/dinner included which included a local delicacy "paila" (seafood rice), [my eye lighted up because I thought that was FRIED rice at first but there was slight resemblence as a consolation]. and also the pork there was so tender that you could chop it with a plate. Chinese dinner for most nights, not wonderful, but decent.
Service station reminds me of the long and 'gruelling" bus rides. Yes, tour guide Sam told us that we had to travel 4400 KM of route (just city to city) ALONE for the entire trip.Trust me, that is a long distance. Imagine if you can, if the bus would to be travelling even at a considerable fast speed, 100Km/hr for instance. That would amount to 44 hours of butt torture for the entire trip. Which averages (if you divide by 11 days) to 4 hours per day. And more often than not, the bus was travelling at a considerably lower speed than hundred, so it was almost about 5 hours of bus ride PER day. There are days when morning/afternoons were spend totally in the bus.
Not much of sightseeing from the window. and I was smart or economical enough to chop the back row. That turned the tables. It turned out that I enjoyed bus rides the most because I have a flat 'bed" to sleep on everytime we board the bus. thanks to that I didn't listen to much 'history' or explanation.
I took pictures this time round, alot more. will be posting more. And updating slightly more. this is just a summary, jet lag is killing me. Gotta sleep!
Maybe there's this contrast effect. Central Europe last year with all the big & bad states/countries. Extremely famous landmarks last year. Let me tell you I visited nothing really spectacular this year. It was just Europe again, but nerfed. Yep, nerfed, to a very astronomical extent. I wouldn't say it was boring, but it was the contrast effect. The damn contrast effect that made everything seem so unimportant and ungrand and unglam (and anything, you name it) compared to last year. Well, comparisons usually breeds unhappiness. So just let's say this was a decent trip, a different place and a totally foriegn land where most people speak Spanish (like duh)....and most of the time we have to do a sign lanquage game inorder to order our food. But it got really easy in the later part of the trip.
14 days this round. Overall a short trip, as after deducting deparature and arrival days we are only left with 11 days (which is really really short), but still the urge to go home was still strong.
And yes this brings us to the subject of food. The food there tasted initially very good. But the standard (or maybe the perception of the food, by our tastebuds) exponentially declined heavily after a few days. Breakfast was a good example. The first day we were greeted by an array of fanciful tarts, crossiants, breed, and interesting unique Spanish delicacies (I was hungry mind you so I gobbled them before I could ask them their name!). Beautiful breakfast! But as the day past, we find ourselves eating the same old garbage again and again. First day was sweet, yumyum, Second day was Umm not bad. and by the fifth it there was this irking sensation to puke. I wasn't savouring my food, I was DRINKING my breed. (we were kinda in a rush every morning as soon as the "sensational breakfast" or the affection for 'delicious' breed wore off). We grew sick and tired. Lunch was so-so. Most of the lunch were eating in Service stations (like petrol koisks and along toilet stops). Some were decent (standard white food), Pasta, Meet and stuff. Some were horrible and I recall eating the worst meal ever in this trip in a service station which pasta tasted worst than water. Besides that, there were several optional lunch/dinner included which included a local delicacy "paila" (seafood rice), [my eye lighted up because I thought that was FRIED rice at first but there was slight resemblence as a consolation]. and also the pork there was so tender that you could chop it with a plate. Chinese dinner for most nights, not wonderful, but decent.
Service station reminds me of the long and 'gruelling" bus rides. Yes, tour guide Sam told us that we had to travel 4400 KM of route (just city to city) ALONE for the entire trip.Trust me, that is a long distance. Imagine if you can, if the bus would to be travelling even at a considerable fast speed, 100Km/hr for instance. That would amount to 44 hours of butt torture for the entire trip. Which averages (if you divide by 11 days) to 4 hours per day. And more often than not, the bus was travelling at a considerably lower speed than hundred, so it was almost about 5 hours of bus ride PER day. There are days when morning/afternoons were spend totally in the bus.
Not much of sightseeing from the window. and I was smart or economical enough to chop the back row. That turned the tables. It turned out that I enjoyed bus rides the most because I have a flat 'bed" to sleep on everytime we board the bus. thanks to that I didn't listen to much 'history' or explanation.
I took pictures this time round, alot more. will be posting more. And updating slightly more. this is just a summary, jet lag is killing me. Gotta sleep!
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