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12/26/2012
Holiday reading
Eve before Christmas Eve
Waiting for the barbarians
Seeing the real humanity
Christmas Eve
Kabalmysteriet
Realizing your existence and thoughts
Christmas day
The Baker Street letters
Poorly written suspense novel
Boxing Day
L'élégance du hérisson
Work in progress... Shall report back
Waiting for the barbarians
Seeing the real humanity
Christmas Eve
Kabalmysteriet
Realizing your existence and thoughts
Christmas day
The Baker Street letters
Poorly written suspense novel
Boxing Day
L'élégance du hérisson
Work in progress... Shall report back
12/24/2012
when first world meets the third
long long time ago, I read a book called turning mountain (in mandarin)
life is turning and turning and more non stop turning
you're sitting on a chair, and you still haven't stopped turning
day by day, most of us live life like ants
we get caught up in loopholes
we take pictures of ourselves and post it on facebook, refreshing every 30 seconds to see who "like" it.
instead of having a good time hanging out with friends, we choose to spend time taking photos to show it off on facebook
people in third world live better than first world, in the heart
first world problems are meaningless when moved to third world countries
first world issues are laughable when seeing how third world lives
first world people are empty when meeting third world children
of course, not all first world are what is described above. but there are plenty, there are plenty.
life is turning and turning and more non stop turning
you're sitting on a chair, and you still haven't stopped turning
day by day, most of us live life like ants
we get caught up in loopholes
we take pictures of ourselves and post it on facebook, refreshing every 30 seconds to see who "like" it.
instead of having a good time hanging out with friends, we choose to spend time taking photos to show it off on facebook
people in third world live better than first world, in the heart
first world problems are meaningless when moved to third world countries
first world issues are laughable when seeing how third world lives
first world people are empty when meeting third world children
of course, not all first world are what is described above. but there are plenty, there are plenty.
the australian boy, gabe
We met at the airport going from Lima to Cusco in Peru.
Him and his female friend sat across me in the waiting benches, waiting for the gate to open and of course obviously, because we are in South America, it's "south american punctuality". I was on the fourth day of my travels and asked them to confirm that I am at the right gate going to Cusco.
"Hey, this is the gate for flight at 10:30 to Cusco right?"
"Yeah, we are on the same flight."
"Cool, where you guys from?"
"Australia, my friend is travelling with me for a month and then I am off by myself to Bolivia then Argentina."
"Really! I am on the same route as you!"
"Well, let me leave you my email, we could meet up again (write down his email on my "fuck you and your blog" journal, and I also ripped a paper out and wrote mine)"
We didn't meet up until La Paz in Bolivia, a month later.
On one of the busy intersection of La Paz's busiest tourist district,
"Gabe!"
"Jenny!"
Gabriel is from possibly the most boring town in Australia, Canberra. He was a trouble child, getting into trouble in school and eventually dropped out of high school and did not complete university till he was 26. His parents broke up relations with him until recently. His sister is even worse as she does not like hanging out with family, even during Thanksgiving and Christmas season. He decided to travel to South America to record sounds. Sound of the street, the alleyway, the wood workers, the party shouts, the bus driving by and the singing of the Amazon birds. He turns out to be a slightly famous Australian DJ doing gigs for festivals and clubs. He is tall, slightly fat and always carries his recorder. He has a interesting way of controlling his finances, he rather spend extra money on private rooms than eating a good healthy meal. He sleeps for 3 days straight and parties for one big night then continue 3 days of sleeping. He stays quiet for a long duration and can not be disturbed by crap music. He gets angry at crap music, aka, mainstream music.
Him and his female friend sat across me in the waiting benches, waiting for the gate to open and of course obviously, because we are in South America, it's "south american punctuality". I was on the fourth day of my travels and asked them to confirm that I am at the right gate going to Cusco.
"Hey, this is the gate for flight at 10:30 to Cusco right?"
"Yeah, we are on the same flight."
"Cool, where you guys from?"
"Australia, my friend is travelling with me for a month and then I am off by myself to Bolivia then Argentina."
"Really! I am on the same route as you!"
"Well, let me leave you my email, we could meet up again (write down his email on my "fuck you and your blog" journal, and I also ripped a paper out and wrote mine)"
We didn't meet up until La Paz in Bolivia, a month later.
On one of the busy intersection of La Paz's busiest tourist district,
"Gabe!"
"Jenny!"
Gabriel is from possibly the most boring town in Australia, Canberra. He was a trouble child, getting into trouble in school and eventually dropped out of high school and did not complete university till he was 26. His parents broke up relations with him until recently. His sister is even worse as she does not like hanging out with family, even during Thanksgiving and Christmas season. He decided to travel to South America to record sounds. Sound of the street, the alleyway, the wood workers, the party shouts, the bus driving by and the singing of the Amazon birds. He turns out to be a slightly famous Australian DJ doing gigs for festivals and clubs. He is tall, slightly fat and always carries his recorder. He has a interesting way of controlling his finances, he rather spend extra money on private rooms than eating a good healthy meal. He sleeps for 3 days straight and parties for one big night then continue 3 days of sleeping. He stays quiet for a long duration and can not be disturbed by crap music. He gets angry at crap music, aka, mainstream music.
8/31/2012
The bookshop owner, Heraklion.
Two years ago, when I was working as a part time assistant manager in an aromatherapy shop, my friend Dino invited me to a trip with her to Greece. Being in a state of wandering what to do in life, I jumped on the invitation and requested a three week vacation. The thrill of the unknown is exciting; the weird food and the unimaginable stories.
We made it to Heraklion, Crete. The people there take siesta seriously. The streets and shops is deserted at 2pm sharp.
Dino was looking for postcards to sent home on a small alley when I wandered into the little book shop. The owner stroked a conversation asking what the heck we ridiculously Asian looking girls are doing on this island. He then delightedly ran down the swirly stairs to the basement and fetched a bottle of ozu (and of course the 3 little shot glasses).
We sat in the simple bookshop by his office desk and exchanged stories, over shots and shots of ozu, at 2 in the afternoon.
"I use to work in the bank making tones of money. It's selfish and I'm ashamed."
"Why?"
"People should not see money as the most important element in life. You are better with enough money to live a healthy happy life than excessive money"
"Is this why you opened this book shop? to do what you love?"
"All these books are my favourites throughout different stages of my life. It represents me and I want to share it with others. like you."
I looked around the shop, carefully on all the titles of the books. This little shop, represents him.
He continues, "There are 7 billion people on this planet. We should just be ourselves."
I was 22 at that time, and what he was saying feels real and true.
He understood what was important in his life. He was not looking for fame and money. Living on an island in the middle of Mediterranean Sea with a little book shop. Seeing the world go by and share his favourite literature along the way.
Traveller Couple, Doolin.
It seems strange now thinking back why Dino and I decided to make a stopover at Doolin, Ireland on our road trip. This town composing of one street will remain a dear memory of mine.
It took two hours to get from Galway to Doolin.We quickly checked in the hostel by the river stream then hung out by the little garden in front of the hostel house. (striking up a conversation is a talent of mine and it became my duty between our 2 women team).
As the night falls, we hit up the first bar on the end of the street. It was packed with people mingling with a pint of beer in hand. The bar was standing full of people waiting to refill their glass of goodness and the bartenders are working like ninjas (and of course they must be drinking too). The musicians are stomping the ground and singing their lungs out while making harmonic sounds to go with it. The place was full of vibes unimaginable for such a small cross road in the mid of nowhere.
"So! what are you two doing in this little town?"
"Well, for the drinks of course"
I love these little conversation. In these atmosphere, people of all backgrounds come together with no pretentious attitude.
"We are from America, and we love Doolin so much, we been coming here for two weeks every year for almost 5 years now. It's our dream."
It's these small things people say that allows for creativity in imagining what their lives are like and what it could be and has been.
"You can take the glass to the next pub or just put it on the street, the staff will collect it in the morning."
I took the glass to the next pub and the next and the next, which ultimately ended up back in the hostel and back in Vancouver becoming my favourite cup. It'll always remind me of the simplicity of how some people live their lives.
Some work to visit a place again and again.
Some people work in a small little pub in a small little town.
Some own shops on a side of a beautiful country road, supplying to whoever needs a postcard.
It's always more beautiful and precious when looking back and I am learning to look forward and enjoy now. Even though now doesn't feel like the best time.
8/03/2012
Encounters
The American boy studying medicine in Melbourne dating a german girl living in munich. He gives it all to be with her. We shared a nice meal of all u can eat ribs and a train station sunrise stroll after a long night of dancing. Good luck mister.
She is fantastic at badminton. She lives in Vancouver and missed Olympic 2012 because of citizenship issues. She passed the emotion difficulty phase. She has new goals and has set them in sight.
He is Argentinian. We met in Okinawa hostel. He studies Chinese in chengdu china and is the only person who spoke mandarin with me. I still remember the image of him hugging gunta the hostel dog like a baby standing on the street barefoot right after the afternoon shower.
She is from a small town on east coat Canada. She moved to Vancouver to attend Emily Carr. She has a job that she is capable of yet she isn't truly happy about her life. She is looking for a chance to break through. But maybe it requires her to take the first step.
He takes a weekend to cologne German with his two best friends. We all met in the coolest hostel's coolest Shakespeare theme dorm. We spent the night making rounds to all the pubs in town and stroll in the cold silent cologne streets. One of the most memorable nights. His wish is simple: find a nice girl and settle down. Sometimes, simple wishes aren't easily achievable.
He is a friendly Japanese boy. We met in Okinawa. He taught me Japanese. We taught each other heartache. We are friends in great distance. His goal is to see the world and possess a beautiful heart.
She is fantastic at badminton. She lives in Vancouver and missed Olympic 2012 because of citizenship issues. She passed the emotion difficulty phase. She has new goals and has set them in sight.
He is Argentinian. We met in Okinawa hostel. He studies Chinese in chengdu china and is the only person who spoke mandarin with me. I still remember the image of him hugging gunta the hostel dog like a baby standing on the street barefoot right after the afternoon shower.
She is from a small town on east coat Canada. She moved to Vancouver to attend Emily Carr. She has a job that she is capable of yet she isn't truly happy about her life. She is looking for a chance to break through. But maybe it requires her to take the first step.
He takes a weekend to cologne German with his two best friends. We all met in the coolest hostel's coolest Shakespeare theme dorm. We spent the night making rounds to all the pubs in town and stroll in the cold silent cologne streets. One of the most memorable nights. His wish is simple: find a nice girl and settle down. Sometimes, simple wishes aren't easily achievable.
He is a friendly Japanese boy. We met in Okinawa. He taught me Japanese. We taught each other heartache. We are friends in great distance. His goal is to see the world and possess a beautiful heart.
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