Vagabond At Heart


How do you know?
July 30, 2007, 2:09 am
Filed under: Relationships

How do you know this is not someone you want to date?

You just know cos you always know when the person is not even being truthful to you or even treating you decently.

Sometimes, it just takes one tiny nugget of missing information to put everything in the right perspective and completely clear your mind.

Updated 10 Aug 2007

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End of Chapter. 

Am leaving this post here as a reminder that something cannot be compromise.



Strangers who touched my heart
July 30, 2007, 1:11 am
Filed under: Little things in Life, Travelogue

I have not really written about the people I met in Europe.

After every trip, beside the special moments that enchanted me or the awful moments that scared or frustrated me, it is always the people that I remember the most. In fact, meeting people from different cultures and getting little glimpses into their lives (lives that are so different from mine) is one of the most interesting aspect that makes travelling worthwhile and fun to me. 

After enough time have passed, when I may forgot the name of the places that I actually went to, it is always the memory of the people I meet that stays with me. Whether they are named or un-named faces in my memory, they always leave some moments of remembrance inside. Some appreciation of kindness, some false scares, lessons to keep in mind, some shared moments to relive, a tinge of respect to hold in awe, some common bonding or little pieces of insights into each other lives. Often, these little pieces of gifts pop up inconspicuously in odd moments to catch you off guard and bring a smile to your face. 

It never fails to amaze me how strangers can always find common bonds in matter of moments, in odd situations, across language, borders and cultures. Smiles, eye contacts, facial expressions and gestures provide the basic means for us to reach out universally.

We can always find ways and means to reach out to each other. There is something profoundedly touching about receiving help from perfect strangers in moments of need amid a strange environment. It assures you that the thread of humanity runs deep in each of us. Occasionally, you see something in these strangers that reminds you of yourself or someone you know. It reminds you of how similar we actually are despite all our differences. Despite environments, despite cultures, despite backgrounds, genders and age, etc. The things we inherently care about seems to be similar.  

I remember the frail old lady at the bus-stop in Lyon trying to help me with directions despite a language barrier. She repeated her directions animatedly 3 times, hoping that it would help me understand better. I impulsively reached out in a gesture of gratitude to hold her hands and found it to be icy cold. Yet, in the chillingly cold morning, this tiny little lady radiates more warm than anyone I met in France. I rubbed her hands between my palms hoping to give her some warm. She smilingly patted my hands in a grandmotherly gesture. Just like that we held hands in the chilling winds till the bus arrived. In many moments when I was feeling bad down the trip, my mind would float back to her smiling warmth. This one tiny old lady in her flowery dress smiling cheerfully and talking to me animatedly in her mother tongue while holding on to my hands.

To be continued.



Boring boring weekend
July 29, 2007, 11:19 pm
Filed under: Little things in Life

Was aimlessly wondering what to do after class yesterday.

Not in a particularly sociable mood for large group gatherings.

Not in the mood to play light bulb on my gal fren and her boyfriend despite their gracious invitation to have dinner.

Trying not to cave in to loneliness and to give in to the impulse to meet a certain someone alone.

No rollerblades to join cousin at east coast park.

Decided to take a cue from this post.

http://takchek.blogspot.com/search/label/books

Was a lovely idea. Feels good to be reading among strangers. The sense of loneliness diminishes. And yet, was not required to make conversation. Books to keep me happily occupied. Perfect for the mood I was in.

Reads:

1. What Color is Your Parachute? Richard Nelson Bolles

2. In the Line of Fire. How to Handle Tough Questions…When it counts. Jerry Weissman

3. How to land your dream job? Jeffrey J. Fox

4. One Trashy Novel…can’t even recall the title.

Pending for Reading…

1. The Lexus and The Olive Tree. Thomas Friedman

2. A tale of 2 cities. Charles Dickens (This is my 2nd attempt to read the book. Just wanted to finish it. Not a fan of Dickens.)

3. Everybody’s normal till you get to know them. John Ortberg (Gift from a friend. I generally disagreed on at least some of the points in Christian books. But, I really like this book. It is at least honest and refreshing blunt.)



Bond that binds
July 29, 2007, 10:39 pm
Filed under: Family

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My 2nd Uncle is more that just an uncle to me. He was the one who changed my diapers, fed me milk, watched over me when I was sick, comforted me when I cried, punished me when I was naughty. He was the one I go running to in my early childhood days whenever I was distressed. He was the superman of my early childhood who could solve all my childhood problems. I was the crybaby that he mothered. His mere presence can always make me smile. He is both my nanny and a second father to me. I love him like a father without compromising my love for my own father. 

I had a dream recently. I was clinging on to him crying and woke up in a cold swear. Feeling apprehensive, I popped over for a visit and was happy and relieved to see him looking well. He was sleeping peacefully. Just glazing at him sleeping there, watching him breathing makes me feel comforted and warmed to my heart. I felt like the young girl I was, running to my 2nd uncle for comfort. I realised no matter how things changed, some bonds will always be there. My 2nd uncle may not be able to recognise us now but just his mere presence is enough to offer me comfort and strength. Maybe my dream was a manifest of my unconscious mind seeking comfort from the one man who never failed to comfort me.

I love you, 2nd Uncle. You must stay well and healthy.



Two are better than one?
July 29, 2007, 9:23 pm
Filed under: Little things in Life, Random thoughts

Was reading “What colour is your Parachute?” and came across this.

“Two are better than one;

for if they fall,

the one will lift up his fellow;

but woe to him that is alone when he falleth,

and hath not another to lift him up.”

Ecclesiastes

Not something I would expect to read in a career hunting book.

My question is “Is two really better than one?” If love is missing, do we then opt for companionship in a bid to escape loneliness? Will that make us happier or make life more frustrating? I guess we all have different answers to that.

At this moment, I am choosing solitude than to run into the embrace of what is available just for companionship. I don’t believe in easy solution and I don’t like complicated situations. But, maybe someday, I might just cave in to try out the second option. Who knows? But, not this time. Not when there is no space in my heart for anyone else.

Meanwhile, life can still be good.

” I have learned this

At least, by my experiment:

If one advances confidently

In the direction of his dreams,

And endeavors to live

The life he has imagined,

He will meet with a success

Unexpected in common hours.”

- Henry David Thoreau



Durian Season is back!
July 29, 2007, 7:51 pm
Filed under: Family

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My mum can’t be happier. She absolutely loves these yellow skinned delicacies. She wants them for lunch, dinner or snacks. She eats them even through she has an ulcer on her lips. She was simply delighted to see them served at the buffet table at Merchant Court. She proceeded to eat 2 plates of durians choosing to forego other delicacies.

Was amused. I mean who else goes to an international buffet foregoing all the sashimi, seafood, local delicacies, desserts and choosing to stuff herself with durians instead. My mum is so lovable sometimes.



Mind Flu?
July 24, 2007, 1:03 am
Filed under: Little things in Life

Head pounding, shivering, tummy sending spasms of pain so intense.

Squatting down in front of Esplanade too sick to care that strangers are staring.

C had to send me back. Throwing up like the Merlion the moment I am back. 

The cursed gastric flu is back.

The even more horrible part:

C is convinced that this is psychological. She reminds me that my gastric always act up when I am extremely stressed or upset. 

Am horrific by this thought. Damn if I let myself get sick just because I am upset! I am going straight to the doctor first thing tmw.

Meanwhile, the pain is gruelling and the night is still young…

If it is really psychological, can I just will myself to feel better?



Email to Mum
July 23, 2007, 3:28 am
Filed under: Family

Hey Mum,
 
Welcome to the world of email.
 
I just left Lyon today, am now in Nice. I really like Lyon, The people there are much friendlier than the Parisian. It is more relaxed in Lyon. The desserts are so heavenly. You will love it! Especially the french chocolate tart with banana creme filling! Yummy!
 
I got here around 4.30pm at Nice cos I LAZED IN BED AGAIN! Not doing much today. Will pack all my activities in tommorow. The hostel I am staying in is very basic but clean and facilities are great. In fact, the service staff are the friendliest since I reach Europe. And they serve dinner at low rates (for Europe rate). I am so happy! Pizza is abt S$11 which is cheap and set dinner about S$15.
 
I will be off to Italy after tommorow. So, will update you again. I think I will come back for another backpacking trip someday cos this trip is too rush. I skipped quite a few places that I wanted to see cos there is not enough time. In fact, Paris itself is so full of places to see that you cannot cover them all in 1 week. I met someone who was there for 10 days and still feel that he is leaving lots of ground uncovered.
 
Traveling alone is both fun and stressful at the same time. There are times when you are really happy that you are doing this alone and there is nobody you need to compromise with and the next moment you wish there is someone there to share the moment with. However, this trip is a good experience in itself. You learn to adapt and stay calm and composed when things do not go according to plan.
 
Mum, you do not have to worry about me. I will take good care of myself. Will send you some pictures if I can find a USB port to download my pictures. Btw, I over-exceed my budget cos have to buy a new camera. Actually, the charger for the old camera is spoilt. Could have just gotten the charger but they do not sell Sanyo brand here. I thought might as well get a new camera since the charger is not going to be cheap if I really find it and have been thinking of getting a new one anyway.
 
Love you loads!
 
Don’t miss me too much, ok!
 
Cheers,
Simplyme
 
P.s. Just to send me an email that you type personally, ok. Will be fun to receive an email fm my mum!



Snapshots from Europe
July 23, 2007, 1:35 am
Filed under: Articles, Travelogue

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Random thoughts 

“Am at the gate waiting to go in. Am anticipating my upcoming journey but my mind is still on your messages. After so many messages, we still didn’t manage to meet up. That is so typical of us, isn’t it? Both of us kept trying but just couldn’t make it.  

I really wanted to see you before I leave. Not sure why but this trip feels like my own way of saying good bye to you. A little way of proving to myself that I can survive very well on my own.

Anyway, even if we did meet up, the words that I really wanted to tell you would still be left unspoken, sealed and withheld in my heart.”

“When travelling, I am really living each day, every moment. I am only here for 5 days. Yet, it feels like so long. I feel so far removed from all things I consider normal. Everything else seems so insignificant. Nothing else matters except the moment I am in.”

“Finally make it to the train to Nice and found my seat. Looking at the rolling countryside, I was striked by the realisation that I have turned out exactly how my parents wanted me to be. Not the stubborn streak, not the rebellious streak in me. But, that I was living my life in the way they wanted. An ordinary life without extraordinary accomplishments. More importantly, I am a decent person with the right values that they deemed important. I think Dad will be proud of me and the way I face life.”  

“Rome is beautiful and my room is really great! So great that I have to drag myself ouside this morning. Was tempted to just stayed in and read. Been feeling homesick since I said good-bye to the 2 guys. Feeling lonely for company. It was nice to have people to share experience together. Miss having decent conversation. Decided to indulged in a spot of shopping to cheer myself up. Ended up with 3 pairs of italian shoes.” 

“Today, at the train station, I lose it completely. I was a raving mad woman shouting and cursing at the man over the counter. I had been directed 5 times to the wrong quenes and been putting up all morning with intensely rude people who have 15 minutes conversations before turning around with their dismissive attitude to either tell you they can’t help or provide insufficent information, I had it! And the way they throw tickets, maps or changes at you rudely. I finally blow my top at the bloody rude and obnoxious man who was wavely me off rudely.”

Feeling abit sleepy after the wine I had. It’s raining. After taking a small walk through the town I planned to spend the day and found it deserted. I decide to change my plan and head for Geneve. Hopefully, it is far enough for fine weather. It’s also on the border of France. I can pop over to Annecy if I want.”

“Dad will not approve if everything that I have done but he will be proud of me for holding on to my values and principles. His one big regret will to that I am not happily settled with a family of my own. Sorry, Dad.”

“Almost miss the train. Had to take a cab. Costs me 13 Euros and a panic frenzy. I brought my bad habits along on the trip.  The calm composed outer veneer that I fancy myself cultivating was gone in seconds. Guess that is what travelling alone is about. All my bad habits and my vulnerabilities resurface without warning. Out of the usual comfort zone and without anyone to rely on. Every time I start getting comfortable, it is time to move on. I often see the best and worse side of myself in a single day or within moments. Guess travelling is also about self discovery.”

“Today, when I climbed the steps of Notre Dame. My heart was chanting a refrain to you. All the way down till I reach the 387 steps. It’s a silly habit I had to distract myself to make whatever task at hand easier.”

“When I miss you, can you somehow feel it? Do you even think of me? Even if it is only fleeting moments, that few moments will gratify me cos it means I still have a place in your heart even if it is tucked away in a tiny corner.”

“Milan to Florence. This thought came to mind. Will the past you fall in love with the woman I have become? And, will the current me still fall for the man you have turned into if we have meet only now? Silly thoughts to be thinking. Questions that cannot be answered.”

“Am back in Paris. Gonna laze around in the morning and do my laundry. I actually walked down the street of Paris in my sleeping clothes, dumped my other clothes in the washing machine and sat myself beside the machine to read. Had to go get some change at the shop opposite. Think they was quite amused to see me in my T-shirt and pyjamas pants. kekeke.”

“I think I inherit both my dad’s heart and temper. Wondering which part of me is from my mum.” 

“I think of you everyday in Europe. Lots of wondering and questioning. Across the towns I visit, beholding new sights, on my train journeys and bus rides, I think of you. Accompanied with tears, smiles and laughters.

In a little room at the top of the castle moat overlooking the town of Luzern in Switzerland, I wrote you a short letter on the window beam. Telling you the things I have always wanted to say. It is my way of saying farewell to you. It is silly, I know. But, it feels good to pour out my heart on that little wooden beam. I know, soon, somebody else will write their own thoughts over it and completely cover it. But, it doesn’t matter. Cos, just being able to write out what I feel is a liberating act in itself. I am totally at peace in that few moments. Somehow, all these little acts (however absurd) are meaningful to me. They are like the little steps to letting you go.”

Messages

“Just took the tram up the mountain. Brought some very nice chocolate for you. Going back to cook dinner now. I brought groceries and spend 2 hours cooking 3 dishes last night and actually finish them all by myself. Somebody said it smells very good. Ha!”

“Did what my wallet dictate and it was great! I took a tram up another mountain for hiking.”

“Just going to msg you & saw your msg. Switzerland is like a breathe of fresh air after Italy. It is so wonderful that I don’t want to leave! I was just thinking it’s a pity that I never have the chance to travel with you and A. Maybe we can plan a trip together in 2 years to celebrate our 20 years of friendship and do something crazy and fun!”

“When I am back, you must treat me to buffet cos am eating sandwich and pizza everyday. I have fantasies of local hawker fares everyday. Curry fish head, chicken rice, Chay Kway, Fried Oyster…..a different craving everyday.”

“Dun worry, will get back safely in my italian heels and hopefully your Gucci tie. Ciao & have fun!”

“Think I was too ambitious. Changing city and hotel every 2 days is quite tiring. People in the rail stations are psychos. Had a fight with one today.”

“Finally hv a decent room. My room in Rome is lovely! The last place was quite depressive. Decided to do a good dinner. Brought roast chicken, strawberries, salad and wine from the supermart. Wine is only Euro 2.85. The hotel owner was amused when I asked him to help me open the wine. “A whole bottle for you only!?” “

“Nice to hear from you! Was just thinking of curry fish head. Having fun! It’s not entirely smooth sailing but it’s a great experience. Met some really nice people.”

“I just climbed up a damn bloody steep hill to the hostel. Their 5 mins walk is actually a 25 mins steep climb. Italy tmw.”

“Mum, I am leaving Lyon for Nice. I like the people at Lyon better than Paris. Alot better actually.”

“The french desserts are good. It will be so nice if you are here too. They served a sandwich and 1 dessert for breakfast with coffee. But, it is $16. So ex.”

“Just reached Lyon last nite. Paris was beautiful but hostile. No wonder the French have sharp noses cos they need them to point to the sky. The tourists are the nicest! We are like lost souls trying to help each other find our way. And feeling very happy if we are able to help. Dessert is good!” 

“Am sitting in a cafe eating pear tart with chocolate sauce & great coffee. Pure bliss!”

Messages from well meaning friends

M: Hi how are you? How’s the trip going? Take care & please be safe.

P: Just msg me when u reach Milan, ok? Next time, just call me. No need to ask. (After a false scare.)

Hey, please take care. I still want you safely back home with your friends. Msg me when you reach.

Hi, how is your trip so far? u in Italy yet?

Msg me when you reach.

Hi, where are you now? Enjoying yourself?

Hey, miss home yet? Or enjoying too much?

Guess your first day is more of an adventure! Gd that y r settling in. Can see that u r trying to squeeze much into 1 msg. In the midst of enjoying, pls be safe.

PL: Next stop’s  where? U must learn to shrug like the bloody french. Heh.

SH: Hey fren, how are things over yr side? Just want to sms you to let you know that someone is missing u…Haha…Have fun and take care.

No problem, we will go eat curry fish head when you are back. My treat.

Good idea! I will msg A and we will have something planned by the time you are back!

A: Can’t wait for you to get back. U better come back soon or P and I going to become buddies soon.

When are you coming back? Take care!



A song from Beatles
July 21, 2007, 2:14 am
Filed under: Friends, Little things in Life

The lyrcis was posted on a fren’s blog. Was touched by the words. Each line brings forth precious memories and feelings. Images of places that have helped formed my life. The people that have touched me and is still very much an influence on me. Places and people that are dear to me, tucked safely in little corners of my heart.

 “There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed

Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life
I’ve loved them all.”