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.
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.
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.
January 20, 2009 § Leave a comment