overwhelmed

During days like this...
when everything is just so overwhelmed,
It is the day I wish to pack my stuff
and disappear...

Where nobody can find me,
where nobody can instruct me,
where nobody knows me...

Perhaps...
this is the very reason I keep on wanting to run,
to be in a foreign place,
Where I am a foreigner,
& everyone else too.

Feeling really hollow here,
everyday chasing after illusion,
illusions created by mankind,
an illusion that gives hope,
hoping it will provide:
freedom, happiness, love...

But when the days end,
How sure of you that
you have grasp:
freedom, happiness, love...
& How sure of you that
you can carry it to your grave?

I am simply overwhelmed...

i need to get out of here soon... before i turn suicidal!

I know..

I know you are constantly under preasure and stress... but can you at least let me finish my sentence before you cut me off with frustration?

I cannot do this anymore...

Good or bad

I dunno... now you are trying to change me to be more like you...

Oversensitive

Am I over reacting?

It has come to a point where I think that I am really confuse of what I really should be doing. I dunno if I'm just plain stupid or I am right about what I think of my boss decision.

I could no longer work in this situation anymore, but I cannot just resign.. not just like that.

I constantly work in fear; afraid I miss out something; afraid that I didn't check this; afraid that I didn't communicate properly with anyone; afraid to make any decision; afraid to call him to ask for his decision.

Perhaps he's looking for perfection?

U tell me, am I over reacting?

It's been a year

... since my last post while we were still traveling and having the time of my life.

It's been 7 months perhaps since the sudden end of the relationship. Ending a relationship is never easy and never pretty.

I hope after 7 months, it's still not too late to apologize.

Dominic, I'm so sorry! I wish that you now have a much better life than before and a happier one too.

Spain makes you crazy!

Spain is a very crazy country!They make you do crazy things! First, they make you run with the bulls, then they throw tomatoes at each other and then they make us miss our bus to our farm! Yup... we actually miss our bus to our farm because of some bicycles that we rent! (This happen a week ago while we are still in Valencia)

The story goes like this:

25th August: We rented 2 folding bicycle from this shop called Good Bikes. We were suppose to return it the next day, and the owner is going on holiday, the owner sister agreed to be at the shop the next day around 6.30pm to collect the bicycle.

Good Bike... so good, they let us cycle for free and caused us missed our bus!

So we happily cycle around Valencia, even brought it to Bunol for the Tomato fight (But didn't get to cycle much cos it's damn bloody hilly! Fun going down hills, cursing madly when going up!! So don't bother bringing a bicycle to Bunol if any of you planning a trip there! Get a scooter instead!).

At the train station, with the bicycles folded up waiting to go Bunol for La Tomatina

Bunol

26th August: After the tomato fight in Bunol, we went to the shop straight wanting to return the bicycle as tomorrow, we have a 10am bus to catch. Arrived at the shop, it's still closed, so we call her mobile number, the operator speaks in Spanish pulak! We are guessing that she can't answer the phone, so we called the shop number, no answer. Repeated the process a few times and decided that we should head back to the hotel first to get clean (At that time, there's still tomato pieces in my ears, on my feet... not very comfortable!) Reached the hotel, called the mobile again and this time, asked the receptionist to explain to us what the operator is blabbing about. She explained that it's 'leave a message' thing. So we did. 12 midnight, still no return phone call. So we decided to head out early, hoping to return the bike and catch the bus in time!

27th August: 8am, cycle to the metro station with a backpack is not fun! Especially you've only learn the art to cycle straight! 8.30am, still no sign of the metro coming... panic... 9.15am, the metro finally arrived. 9.45am, arrived at right metro station, got out and I was assigned the task to find the bus station, while he is responsible to bring the 2 bikes back. She still haven't return our calls. Asking for direction in Spanish is easy, trying to understand them is tricky! I can only guess by sign language if I'm in the right direction or not. The best part is, they showed me to the wrong bus station!!!!! Apalah! SOoo... by the time I found the right bus station and the platform, it's 10.16am... bye bye bus.... bye bye £30 per person...
We just could not believe that we actually miss our bus! For the very first time in our life!!! haha..
we spend half an hour, laughing at ourselves, still constantly checking if there's any chance that the bus might be delayed and at the same time, wondered what the hell are we going to do for the whole day!

not very happy...

In the end, we chucked our bag into a locker in the bus station, went back to the bicycle shop and took the bicycle and continue cycling around in Valencia. We went to the beach, eat some Paella, freshen up by the beach and then cycled around the park...

putting things in the gigantic locker

Some nice grafities

We were too stingy to spend on another night accomodation, so we decided to sleep in the park... bad choice! It's kinda creepy cos there's this man, constantly walking pass us... so we can't really sleep... then we moved to another spot, the bloody sprinkle went on!! Wonderful timing!

berus gigi di taman

28th August: 5am, we cycled back to the shop again and this time we know why she hasn't return our calls.... We got the wrong mobile number!!!! who to blame? Do we really care? neah...
Well, at least we have the experience of missing our bus and sleeping in the park, which both are not pleasant, but have always wondered how's it like... so... there you go....
10.00am, paid another £30 for the bus ticket, jump into it and slept like a baby!