A New Life

I tried to tidy up my room today, but I think its gonna turn out almost the same. It would be easier if I could just bear to dump things away, but sometimes I like to keep them for "future use". Kinda similar trait to my mama. I realised that I love to keep boxes, I have no idea why. Especially electronic related.

Came across some stuff which brought back memories. Realised that there are bits and pieces everywhere in my room. Gonna put them somewhere hidden.

The Europe Adventure Ends

In 24 hours i'll be home. Time really flies. I can almost remember how unprepared i was when i went to changi airport some 6 months ago, with all my bulky luggage and not knowing what to do with them. Now i'm returning home. This time i tried to make things different. I said my goodbyes, especially to K, making sure they were not hurried and brisk. Packed and cleaned my room in advance and tie up all the loose ends. Now as i'm having my favourite spag carborana at an italian restaurant, a treat i decided to let loose on myself, i begin to realise that i'll be home soon. I guess saying goodbye to sweden and to the new friends i made, is even harder than saying goodbye to singapore 6 months ago. This time, i'll never know when i'll be seeing the places and the people again. Maybe sometime in the future, maybe never. Its the uncertainty that makes the whole situation a lot worse. At least i made one promise. To see K again, no matter what. So it'll happen someday. The Adventure continues.

St Peter's Square

As i sit here at st peter's square, waiting for the lights to come on for my night shot, i can't help reflecting on all the travelling i've done so far. Has it in any way benefited me? Or have i something more to contribute to this world? After talking to andrew, a friend from uganda, i can get a sense of what poverty is. He says if i come to uganda, he'll borrow a friend's car and drive me around. Not in the city, but in his home town. Then i'll bee able to see the real africa. I know if i tell my parents about this adventure, i will get the same response as i always get. A strict 'NO! Are you out of your mind?' I met joe, an american who has been travelling alot in the middle east, writing short articles and taking stock pictures to fund his travel. He's been away from home for a year and a half. Would i want such a life? Would i want to be on my own, talking to no one, making hi-bye friends along the way? Am i a social creature or am i the jude of yesteryears, quiet, always observing, always watching. I had been targeted by 2 pickpockets today. But they failed. I must say they should be working as magicians instead. One was standing right in front of me, pretending to be very hot, made some eye contact, pretended to be off balanced. And when i look down on my bag which i was carrying in front of me, his bag mysteriously was on top of mine! I immediately tried to feel for my camera, which was the only thing important in my bag. It was there. And strangely enough, the two of them got off at the next stop. And when i looked at my bag, the top pouch was unzipped. Nothing was taken. I said a prayer to thank God.

Rome

I quite like travelling alone. There is no need to talk if i don't feel like talking. There is no one to answer to, no one to tell your whereabouts to. You go when you want, you stay when you feel like. You sit down at a chapel to pray for as long as you want to, you make last minute changes to your plan when you feel like it. Have a bad sore throat now, but at least its better than yesterday. Rome has a rustic charm to it, just the way i like it.