Blogging BKK
I keep telling myself that I'm going to blog but I am so freakin' lazy when it comes to this, I don't know why. So seeing as a lot has happened and I can't really remember all of it, I'm just gonna blog about some of the stuff randomly as it comes to mind.
I'm definitely going to miss the chaos of this MC office. The random stuff posted up on the walls, the dirtiness, the empty fridge and lots of instant noodles, the freezing air-con bedroom, Rina's tiny alcohol bottles and Kenyan Airways nuts, the speakers that live under my desk, my blue armchair (with no arms), booze and smokes on the balcony... phew, here are some pics.
Happy Chinese New Year, Kung Hei Fat Choi, Gong Xi Fa Cai, 新年快乐, 恭喜发财, and all the rest of it. CNY in Bangkok was pretty fun. I went to Chinatown with Weaw, Rina, Lucy, Rob, Tetu, Xavier and Diana. Chinatown was very bustling, we went to a Buddhist temple, watched the Princess pass, went to the famous Chinatown gate, had some food, bought a big red balloon and stuffed it in a tuk-tuk... which we took to Suan Lum Night Bazaar. There we had dinner and drank a lot of Asahi beer out of a big 3 Litre tap-thing. We also shopped around for souvenirs and things... good times, pics below.
Time in Singapore drawing to a close...
Tomorrow is my last full day in the island/city/state for, what I anticipate will be, quite a while. So I've been reflecting a little bit on my experience here and how I feel about the island.
Well firstly, thanks to all the peeps who hung out with me here and shared a little bit of themselves with me. Thanks to the old friends and the new friends, I hope we can keep in touch through this electronic medium (blogging, msning, google talk, facebook, friendster, etc.) and see each other again some time, some place.
I would also like to thank Starbucks, I feel I have gotten to know this multinational conglomerate very well. I now have
friends online asking me 'which starbucks are you in now?' hah. As I said before, coffee chains are the only place in Singapore that one can get an espresso (as they have no quaint cafe culture like back home... either coffee chains or ultra-sweet Kopi) and they also happen to have wireless internet connections. This combination made the place very attractive, and despite my opposition to the coffee chain in the past, I've grown to love the comfortable couches, soft decor, sweet milkiness and soothing jazz. Dammit. I've been sucked in.
I'll be posting later about some experiences I've had here that make me smile. Gotta run now, going to check out the new Cafe del Mar on Sentosa (first time there, heh).
Also, I've been selected for MC in Bahrain as VPPD. :D:D:D:D I am very happy (not as 'happy' as
Lucy but that's another story, hey Luce). More on that later. :)
The Pit
Once you become aware of its existence, you notice it. You walk over to it and peek over the edge, contemplate the great darkness, the neverendingness, the helplessness... and it sucks you in. The Pit of Despair. Black and neverending. You fall, flailing flailing... you become aware that nothing you do, especially not with your limbs, can stop your descent... your efforts merely seem to speed it up. Your mind is useless because you cannot think of any course of action to be taken, any way out of this situation... it just makes matters worse. How did you get here? What did you do to deserve this? Didn't you do your best? Somehow, contemplating the bottom is too hard, and contemplating the reasons/solutions too futile, so you are left wallowing in the emptiness and darkness of it... Your eyes get accustomed and used to the darkness/despair, you become aware of faces along the walls of the pit... they seem to be laughing at you, they look forward to your demise, they relish it... but this is just paranoia... it gives way to a realisation that there are people there wanting to help you, to reach out to you... a momentary flicker of hope... that is extinguished when you realise that no one can really help you because no one ever really understands or can understand your particular predicament... the faces blend together and, as you fall, merge back into blackness... somehow... you come to an uneasy peace with the fact that you are falling... you almost get used to the sensation of unstoppable gravitational pull... your mind starts to wander... you close your eyes... you open them and realise you are back where you started... you can enjoy life again, nature, your surroundings... or can you? there's something at the back of your mind... nagging, something pulling... oh you remember... its still there, it never went away... its the Pit.
