Free Internet!

And just for the record, my budget hotel is NOT a love hotel. (Though I suspect there is one just round the corner.)

If I keep my mouth shut about my age, I could easily just blend in with the other kids here.

I don't know how long more I can take this, but I am in love with Japanese budget hotels.

Just no bunks with five other weird chicks.

Tokyo, Baby!

I know. I’m terrible.

It’s been four months, and I really ought to be running back home to kiss my girls, and hug the little ones, and drink Mom’s soup whenever I get a chance to sneak out of the Honks.

But if a home trip is not possible just when you’re dying to run away and get some fresh air for the soul, I suppose running the opposite direction instead to my other favorite place would be the next best thing I could do for myself.


Somehow the excitement seems to have faded over the past couple of weeks. Indeed this is probably not the best time to run away; not just two weeks before the bloody meeting and with deadlines lined up in the meantime. Maybe it was just excitement from the spur-of-the-moment the minute I hung up the phone with the travel agent. Maybe it is guilt now that is gnawing at my conscience.

Or maybe, it’s just simply a bad idea to not sleep the night before the trip.

In any case, I feel like I already had a bloody long day. My knees are screaming out in pain. I am feeling hot and flustered in the damp, humid summer. My eyes are refusing to cooperate with my brain and my hands.

And all I’ve done today, after being on the road for more than half of it, was to eat ramen and join the Shibuya crowd for a short hour before the shops started closing. Of course, I had also spent about the same amount of time, looking for that one ramen meal.


No complaints, don’t get me wrong.

Nothing has gone wrong so far. Nothing can probably ever go quite wrong for me in Tokyo.

No matter how randomly and blindly I pick a restaurant where the waitress understands only one percent of what I try to gesture, I still get food that is never bad.

And I don’t think I can pull off the Part-A and Part-B shit here like I did in Taipei. I can never leave any one bit of my food uneaten here.

When I stray too far off and venture into unknown territories, I don’t really have to worry about making my way back to the subway. I just follow the people – someone in the bloody crowd must be taking the subway home.

Maybe, I’ve just been lucky so far.

Well then, tomorrow shall be the real test.


Okay.

Massive plans for the next couple of days.

I’ve barely four hours left for bed now, but I think I’m starting to feel excited again.


A new place explored: Ikebukuro. And there's always something new I learn.

I love this awesome place.

-8

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Want to zzz... should go and zzz... but CANNOT zzz.

Destiny?

Quoted from somewhere in the FB:

"Reebok rocks because you can spell "Beer ok" if you re-arrange the letters!!!!"

Exactly.

不能说的秘密

Question... Why are the glasses so cheng?

The glasses has that "cheng" feel... Just like the collar of A la Sha shirt.


That was a very good answer.

I like.

I like that, no matter what it may mean, no matter if it's silly or very silly. there is a definitive word called "Cheng".


Maybe. I have decided, maybe, some things are better left in secrecy.

It is much more blissful that way.

Yoga

Seriously. I met this dude tonight.

Sitting right next to me.

And I greeted him before I left the restaurant. I have my manners.

Peeved

OKAY.

This stupid leggings business has got to stop, before I start chopping off these black stumpy legs sticking out beneath ridiculously flowery skirts walking along the streets.

冲动

ME Inc.: i'm going this sunday
ME Inc.: and i did something impulsive
Sasy: which is?
ME Inc.: i booked a domestic flight
Sasy: u r so cute
ME Inc.: for a day trip... for only one mission
Sasy: aiyoo
ME Inc.: i got so inspired by a movie i watched
Sasy: i trust u to do things like that

Yes baby, and that's me.

Which reminds me... I'd better start getting excited.


And I am also reminded tonight of why I have favorite people in my life. It's the silly little conversations we are able to engage in, that keep me feeling alive.

Maybe shallow to some, but of utmost joy to me.

Conversation is not necessarily about agreeing nor disagreeing. It doesn't really matter.

Conversation is about sparking mutual interest in one thing, no matter how frivolously silly, no matter how seemingly small. Conversation is about making you feel alive, making you feel comfortable in saying what you want to say, because you know the other person knows. And you know you don't feel stupid because if you are, the other person is too.

Conversation is supposed to be silly; a discussion is not.

Life's not about being able to make conversation with people. It's about being able to find the right people to make conversation with.


Life's not about being able to love everything, everyone in this world.

It's about able to find the right things, the right people to love.


Okay okay, I didn't mean to get so philosophical - and all that's me, anyway.

I meant to write some emails and go to bed early tonight. But the frivolous conversations are just making me very lazy and dreamy now.


In the meantime, of all the jokes poking at my unfortunate name, this new one's gotta be the best: Hweebok.

And I think I still wanna be a kindergarten teacher.

Big-Conk vs Big-Ass

Not only has the rain in HK ruined my waking hours, now the rain in England is making me lose sleep.

If I wake with puffy eyes tomorrow, I'm going to feel really, REALLY STUPID.

Steamboat Round 178

I'd like to pretend it was a celebration for my first anniversary, though no one else really bothered.

Can't complain though (and I didn't) - not with the mad company, the cheap beer, and the strip 5-10. And of course, the FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD.


The soup that had me thinking it had giant "hei bi" swimming all around. Spicy soup, not quite my cup of steamboat though.


We didn't think we could, but we did finish that mound of liver.


That soup. Oh, that soup. THAT freakin' soup.


Chicken feet fest. Ignore that blubbery pork knuckle.




It is no joke.

The Tsingtao hangover and the parched throat from the soup binge the morning after. I should have been resting at home, but I almost got a heatstroke on the basketball court instead. Just two games, and I was flat out.

I am woozy now. But happy I have mad friends. : )

Idiot : )

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If only... : )

"3 Queens"

When I lost my Ace-Queen pairs to the Ace-King pairs (together with perhaps a hundred bucks), I knew I should've just gone home and sleep instead.

But I'm glad I didn't. I am almost becoming the girl, and no longer one of the boys. Desperately clinging on to my spot.

And most of all, I'm glad I didn't, because I would've missed the greatest Queen act ever from my bro.


Like bro, like sis.

All mad one.

2/3

In the one week that I've been away, Typhoon 8 has come and gone.

The boys have all returned to the hole because the Goddess is finally back.

My alto coffee has gone up by one freakin' dollar.

Lemme see, what else?



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+15%

Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty. But illegal.




Then again, not all pretty things have to be illegal.

With a couple more sitting at my desk waiting for me, I think I've got my Mondays to Fridays nicely covered.

And to those who've been mocking me, the 5x5 girl's back in action.




I know. I am shallow.

But they really make me happy.

Appraisal

Okay. So I'm a little fucked now.

I have a deadline in eight hours, I should be doing some major serious thinking tonight. Instead, I had two beers, fell asleep like a baby on the couch, and now I can't think right at four in the morning.

Then again, maybe this is the best time to make a decision. Again.

Fuck jet-lag.


(Ah. This time, I realize one of the best, and first, feelings of home-sweet-home after a dreary long week and an even drearier long flight comes in the hot shower.

Nothing feels as warm as the water that spouts from the shower, nothing feels as familiar as my Johnson's baby bath. The good ol' blue one, no less.

Or maybe, it's just because I've lived a week in a handicapped room, with a handicapped bathroom, where the old-fashioned shower hovers somewhere just around the boob area. I will not be nice again.)


Right. It's just about seven hours left now.

And considering the fact that I am also warm beneath my blanket, listening to J and to the pitter-patter sounds of the rain outside, and that I might just fall prey to the zzz monster anytime again, I think I'd have to make that thirty minutes instead.

(I'm back in love with the zzz monster, because just hours ago, he finally gave me some good ol' shit and not one of them horrid dreams.)


When you come to a point where you have a couple of choices laid out in front of you and you're forced to make a decision, and the choices are no longer as simple as they are presented to you because you find yourself starting to have to think about the other larger implications in your life each choice entails, now that becomes possibly a turning point in your life, no?

It's not a chicken-or-fish decision. It's more like a chicken-now-or-never-again kinda of decision.

And it kinda frustrates me, because I'd wish to have beef instead.


The Libra is done with the pros-and-cons shit, the bane of her life. And life is not a mathematical equation.

There is more certainty than uncertainty about one; there is more uncertainty than certainty about the other.

One makes me feel like I am taking a step back to the comfort zone from which I seemed to be running away; the other makes me feel like I am marking a bigger step forward into a barely begun adventure, of which I really know nothing.

One is do-and-probably-not-die; the other's do-and-maybe-die-or-maybe-bloom.

One entails a micro, practical view of today-versus-tomorrow, which I am already bad at assessing; the other entails a broader, idealistic view of now-versus-future, which I am only good at imagining.

I have perfectly logical reasons for one; I have only the silliest reasons for the other.

I have my mind on one; I have my heart on the other.

Do I want to live to survive? Or, do I want to live to live life?


It is strange that somehow, I get to this crossroad just about days shy of my one-year anniversary.

I remember the uncertainties I battled then, and this seems to me a forced appraisal of sorts.

Right, woman. You sure about this so far? You seem to be facing quite some crap in your life now. You sure? You wanna turn back now? You can, you know...

I remember also, how I got past the uncertainties and convinced myself I deserve some journey of my own for the first, and probably only, time in my life.

I had a plan. A big plan with no details. I think I still have it.

Things have come along my way over the past months. Things I have not quite expected, things that have made me laugh, made me cry. Things that I still can't even figure out. Things that have made an indelible mark in my life.

But they are all part of the plan, I hope. And I have laughed way more than I cried.


"Just follow your heart, Cheng."

Just when I was getting tired looking out for signs around me, this came to me out of the blue, at the unlikeliest of times, while I was almost dozing off in the middle of a ridiculous traffic jam on a Friday night thousands of miles away from home. From the unlikeliest of people, someone whom I've known for a year now but whom I barely know.

Someone who seems to have it all going, and makes that sound oh-so-easy.

Well, the thing is, for people who look for signs, anything could be a sign.

And for someone who looks for signs and always believes that following one's heart is not exactly a stupid thing to do, that was as sure a good sign as it could be.

I live only once. I'll be thirty, or thirty-one, or thirty-two, or whatever, only once.

My heart will stop beating for me one day - and I don't know when.


No one will probably understand. No one ever understood, anyway.

I have my heart somewhere already.

But I fear being left alone.

Then again, when that day comes, maybe things will come to a light.

Somehow, things will just work out.


I wanted an adventure. I still want the adventure. I don't want to live without stories.

Following the heart is a stupid thing to do in the corporate world.

Then again, I never really belonged to the corporate world.


Okay. I can feel the fire now.

I think I'll write that email, six hours' from now.

Die

I really need to know. It’s killing me in real life.


To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or in your life. Although such a dream may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes do not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something.

On a negative note, to dream that you die may represent involvement in deeply painful relationships or unhealthy, destructive behaviors. You may feel depressed or feel strangled by a situation or person in your waking life. Perhaps your mind is preoccupied with someone who is terminally ill or dying. Alternatively, you may be trying to get out of some obligation, responsibility or other situation.

Yeah. But it doesn’t mean I have to get crushed by a freakin’ elevator???

Restless

And the horrid dreams follow me thousands of miles across continents, to wonderful sunny Boston.

Well, some horrid ones, but they are actually becoming rather entertaining. With twisted plots, very much akin to the action-thriller movies I’ve always been dying to be in.

Except, I didn’t expect to literally keep dying in my dreams. Getting killed, to be precise. Plotted murders, random shootings, freak accidents, like getting crushed to death by an elevator.

Then, the horrified awakenings.


There are some sweet ones too recently. Things I can literally only dream about.

It pleases me, yet confuses me at the same time.

And still, there would be the awakenings...

Did he really just ask me?

Breather

Thank you! Your reservation is confirmed.


Great.

Finally. Something for me to look forward to. And at least I am getting one of my many plans going.

Just about three weeks to go, and I can't wait. The hair can wait now.


There's something about making decisions like this at three in the morning, when you're already half-dead.

You don't think anymore. : )

The Coconut Juice Dream

The only time I can't, and won't, complain about the sweltering heat is when I'm almost totally naked under the sun.

And I wish I would never ever have to complain about the sweltering heat every single day.

Inhuman

Is it ever humanly possible to sprain your ankle while sleeping?

I think I just did - by sleeping on the couch last night.


And I thought I could never beat myself after that one time I sprained my ankle while standing.