25 things

January 29, 2009 § Leave a comment

So, I got this thing on my Facebook page today, where I’m supposed to write 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about myself, then pass it on to another 25 people, and so on. Due to my neurotic principles of never ever participating in any kind of chain letter or thing in which I need to spam my friends, I decided to put my 25 things here instead.

1. I’m an obsessive compulsive neat freak.
2. I think old people shouldn’t be allowed to drive.
3. I don’t drink coffee.
4. I hate it when people say ‘ni hau ma’ or ‘konichiwa’ to me on the street, ignorant fools.
5. I love sunlight.
6. I have a morbid fascination with roadkill.
7. I want to live near a large body of water.
8. I think the English language is the most beautiful language on the planet.
9. I want to know how I can cure my acute big-fat-truck-driver snoring.
10. I will never ever wear high heels, g-strings, or lipstick.
11. My favourite parts of the male anatomy are his hands and arms.
12. If I ever get stranded on an island, the food items I must have are eggs, rice, potatoes and corn.
13. No matter how many times I’ve seen it, I can still watch Lord Of The Rings again and again.
14. The only thing I know how to write in Chinese is my own name.
15. I hate it when people have long phone conversations on public transport….no one gives a fuck.
16. I don’t believe in destiny but I believe in soul mates.
17. I never feel sorry for people begging on the streets, they don’t deserve my change.
18. I won’t hesitate to spend $200 on pillows and sheets but I won’t spend $2 on a Coke.
19. I can never become vegetarian.
20. I often wonder what makes people happy.
21. I admit to being materialistic, though it is well under control.
22. I have a really bad sense of direction.
23. I hate taking the bus.
24. I can’t live without a phone, ipod, camera, laptop, and internet.
25. I’m a bossy, stubborn bitch.

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Home, Kick + Flip

January 28, 2009 § Leave a comment

Contrary to the popular belief (of most and myself for that matter) that vagabonding one’s way through Europe would promise to be glamorous and delightful, no independent travel book or website ever prepared me for the extreme bouts of homesickness that I frequently encountered.

In fact, the whole idea of ‘homesickness’ is somewhat ludicrously insane, as my entire formulative years between the ages of 13 – 21 had been spent in three different cities in three different continents altogether. Therefore the concept of ‘home’ never really stuck around very long, and I was convinced that I was the kind of person that could adapt and live anywhere in the world.

See, the problem lies in the premise that I belong nowhere, yet everywhere. But as my traveling reaches its 4-month mark, I find myself constantly thinking about Sydney, where I have spent the last 8 or so years of my adult life.

For example, random Sydney things that crossed my mind today:

– I miss my own bed (though technically I don’t have one since I sold it, but you get the idea).
– Wouldn’t it be nice to have a lie-down at Coogee beach today?
– Wow, petrol is getting cheaper. I miss driving my Rav4.
– Hmm, I wonder what I, TW, A, and J are doing right now? Drinking tea without me I reckon.
– Mmm…pad see ew in Newtown.

And so on. The obviousness of these thoughts make me rather happy, though I’ve been told not to hurry back due to this damn financial crisis.

Oh, to change the subject completely, I have to sneak this in – due to reasons best left unsaid, I have been demoted to sharing a room with an aquarium in which lives two friendly, cricket chomping mice, Kick and Flip. I watched them both tear the heads off four very much alive crickets, a scene both horrifying yet utterly fascinating at the same time.

A Swiss Chinese New Year

January 26, 2009 § Leave a comment

In the tiny little village of Wangs, I am celebrating Chinese New Year in a pretty picturesque Swiss house, with cute timber shutters and twinkling snow covered rooftops. The house itself is rather ordinary, just like all the other houses, standing silently at the foot of the Swiss Alps, besides the fact that it is inhabited by a small group of tattooed skater boys. And a girl. And me, for a week.

My friend C picked me up from Zurich a few days ago, amidst a giant hailstorm. As the small balls of ice pelted painfully on my face, I was beginning to wonder why nature thought it was funny to present me with various difficult weather conditions on the first day of every place I ventured. Anyhow, I was used to it by now. We made the hour long drive to C’s house.

The inside of the house is average, with the usual suspects – brown laminate floors, economical Ikea furniture, and a kitchen filled with store brand items. Of course I mustn’t fail to mention the large stacks of ‘Tatoweir’, ‘Playboard’ (as in Playboy but with skate and snowboards), ‘Easy Rider’ and obviously also ‘FHM’ magazines strewn about lazily in every room. The walls are sparsely decorated with posters of naked girls, black tape discreetly covering private areas. The sofa bed I’m currently sleeping on, is surprisingly comfortable, even with the giant Virgin Mary skull painted in sharp black outlines against the bright yellow wall over my head. The row of skateboards, lovingly arranged on the wall, adds to the ambience.

Far from being intimidating, these boys are in fact quite sweet, despite external stereotypical appearances of pierced cheeks, dyed mohawks, and bodies filled to the brim with ‘mean’ looking tattoos such as pirates and skulls. In fact my friend C, tough on the outside, big bear on the inside, patiently spent an afternoon teaching me how to snowboard, and afterwards cooked me a hot dinner, and made sure I was having a good time.

So, Happy Year Of The Ox, for all you people celebrating.

Obama wins

January 20, 2009 § Leave a comment


In the home of the UN, where even the roads reek of dull importance and crappy fast food costs AUD$15, I have been watching CNN in Geneva. Bush is out, Obama is in. No party, but I celebrated on my own. My camera works, and I devoured some damn fine Swiss chocolate.

Today is better than yesterday.

Old GD

January 17, 2009 § 2 Comments

For no apparent reason, our dear Gerard Depardieu, beloved French actor to the masses, has got his very own wine made in his honour. Look, the box even has his profile and everything.

I accidentally tagged along to a chateaux visit yesterday. I say accidentally, because I didn’t know we were going. And on top of that, I didn’t know we were going to a chateaux where Gerard Depardieu has his very own wine! Omg! It made me smile.

Checked out old GD’s many wines. Um, if I gather correctly, I think they were named ‘My Truth’. Wow. GD’s very own truth, bottled up, corked, and ready to be served. I noticed there were a couple of GDs which cost a grand total of 4070 euros. Each. Pretty fucking much for truth I say, because truth should be free, damn you GD, free. I don’t care if you have many photos of you in various acts of wine appreciation. I don’t care if you are the most famous French actor outside of France. Don’t care.

Charlene has gone skiing for the weekend and left me her Bordeaux flat to myself. So sorry, I’m sitting here on my arse in silence, writing and ranting. Two activities I like. No, I didn’t get to taste any of the GD wine at all.

On a side note, I have realized that I just spent a considerable amount of time this afternoon watching a Youtube video featuring a guy systematically getting drunk as he contemplates pulling out his pubic hair and saying the word ‘testicle’ many times. Hmm…

Pimp my words

January 15, 2009 § 1 Comment


I thought it would be nice to share with everyone that my inspiring life as an idle nomad will not be in vain. I suppose people may have guessed by now that I possess an obsessive love for words and writing. There are just so many moments and subjects in my head that are dying to be released to a wider collective. Don’t ask, but I just can’t keep these thoughts to myself, hence this blog. So recently, during one of my delightfully passive moments, I decided to pitch some ideas to a couple of online travel magazines.

It’s one of those things where one thinks, nah, they won’t write back. But I was wrong, because they did. And so, the last few days, Charlene’s laptop has been my new best friend, as I have been spending my time typing away for Indie Travel Podcast, and maybe Brave New Traveler soon. Sure, it’s one of those things where monetary rewards are not the primary objective, but the important thing is that my stuff will be published, and hopefully read.

Don’t worry, when the first article makes it way out there, you guys will be the first to know. Stay tuned.

Reasons why

January 9, 2009 § Leave a comment

‘Not all who wander are lost’. – Tolkien

After that piece of emotional trash yesterday, today I’m feeling quite bright, and full of all kinds of perspective.

Not too long ago, I read a book by Paul Coelho named ‘The Zahir’. It is a tale about love and loss, but most of all it is a tale about one’s personal pilgrimage. This book reflected in many ways what this trip has meant to me. Bidding farewell to Sydney was not only about leaving the rat-race behind, but also about leaving myself behind. I wanted to lose myself, in order to find myself.

This is no regular holiday. There is no list, no specific city I need to be, no particular person I have to meet. It is all about the journey – there is no destination, no final frontier. I don’t believe in destiny. I travel by myself, to make decisions in solitude, to make my own fate. As I keep going, I continue finding myself with every step, and at the same time been found by places and people.

I am impulsive, wild, free. There will never be ‘what ifs’, there will be no regrets. Self discovery and shit, and this, is what it’s all about for me.

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