Monday, 17 December 2007

On the Road Once More - Ho Chi Minh City, 10 December 2007

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It feels really good to travel again. Every moment not doing FYP during the holiday is a treasured moment, but every moment not doing FYP and travelling instead really is priceless. Even though travel is my passion, I must admit that I am not a natural traveller. I don't have the sturdy physique of a seasoned traveller, I don't pick up foreign languages fast enough, I have low tolerance for dirty places, and I am too attached to my contact lenses (I really should learn to give up wearing contact lenses during travel). The love for travel, however, prevails over my aforementioned shortcomings. The lure of meeting new people, seeing new places, and learning more of the world are too seductive. I don't care what kind of troubles or sacrifices I must make to travel; I have only one life to live after all, the least I can do is to do things that make me feel alive.

This time I went to Vietnam, a Southeast Asian country that lies south of China, west of South China Sea, east of Laos, Thailand and Cambodia. It is a Socialist Republic ruled by the Communist Party. I have some Vietnamese friends whom I met during my school years in Singapore, so Vietnamese people don't appear to be too foreign to me. One of the things that I love about living in Singapore is that the real exposure to the world that I get here; I think if I am still in Jakarta now, my experiences of the outside world will mostly be of vicarious nature. I am going to Vietnam on a tour organised by NUS so I don't have to plan for the itinerary at all, which is really godsend because with FYP monopolizing my days, I hardly have time to do anything else these days. I like the idea of travelling with a group of people; this is new and I've got good feelings about it.

Our first stop was Ho Chi Minh City, otherwise known as Saigon. As the plane started to descend over Saigon, I saw a landscape filled with short, colorful buildings. There were many buildings in Saigon with narrow façade and gaudy colors. They appeared to me like a cross between the colorful buildings in vieux Nice and the extremely narrow buildings along the canals in Amsterdam.


There were A LOT of motorcycles in HCMC. As our bus moved in the city, everywhere my head turned, I saw sea of motorcycles. Most of the motorcyclists wore a cap and cover their faces to protect them from the sun, and maybe the smoke. Kartik made a remark of how impressive the "harmony in chaos" of HCMC traffic was; there were hardly any traffic lights, there seemed to be nothing that enforced order especially in the roundabouts, but miraculously, the traffic actually worked. I say, watching the traffic in HCMC should be part of the itinerary.

We went to the Cu Chi tunnels which were used by the Cu Chi guerillas to fight the Americans during the Vietnam war. We were shown a video about the history of the tunnel that I would never forget; I was quite taken aback by how anti-American the video was, with the remarks like "the brave destroyers of Americans", "Americans are too large to pass the tunnel", and so on. In my opinion, it is more of a video that is shown during the history class for local school children than an educational video for mature, mostly international tourists. It is however, admirably honest of them to show the visitors the opinions against American, harsh as they were without any glossing over with euphemisms or any kind of layers of language.

On a lighter note, we visited the famous spots for tourists in Saigon.

HCMC Post Office
In front of Notre Dame Cathedral with 3 of my new friends

Saving the best for last, I shall now devote my energy to describe the two things I most look forward to in Vietnam : the food and coffee! Almost everyday when I came back to my room in NUS, I would pass the kitchenette and find my Vietnamese neighbors cooking their dinner. I didn't know what they were cooking, but whatever it was, the food always smelled so delicious! I can't wait to try Vietnamese delicacies. Moreover, when I was a freshman in NUS, there was a Vietnamese café in Engineering that sold really, really good coffee. The name of the café was Trung Nguyen. Sadly, the café wasn't very successful as the prices of the coffee were significantly higher than the ones in the canteen, and most students are too tight about spending their money on good coffees. Being in Vietnam means that I could get these two things I love abundantly and at low costs! Sweet.

First meal in Vietnam : beef Phở in Pho 24 restaurant. The soup was really tasty and the beef slices were thin and delicious, especially when dipped in Vietnamese chilli sauce. There are also additional serving of vegetables to be eaten with the soup.... Vietnamese love vegetables! The restaurant was named Pho 24 because there are 24 spices added to make the broth for the Phở.
The Vietnamese rojak at Ky Hoa Night market; it contains strips of rice paper mixed with various vegetables, quail egg, dried shrimp, topped with fish sauce (I think). Really nice and cheap snack!
What's better than to close the day with a perfect cup of ice Vietnamese coffee; anticipation heightened as I watched the coffee dripped from the coffee maker and settled on top of the condensed milk. Pouring the milk coffee in a glass of ice and taking the first sip of this divine drink, my tastebuds burst into a moment of euphoria. Parfait.

Friday, 2 November 2007

pointless nostalgic

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Ain’t thinking ‘bout love today
Lost in the sunlight
Walking down memory lane

Ain’t thinking ‘bout you today
People from the past that I knew
Are slowly slipping away
Seems so long ago
Since we were carefree

Photographs lost in time are all I see
A pointless nostalgic-
That’s me
That’s me

Thoughts running round my head today
Times from the past popping up where they’re from I don’t know
Reminiscing my cares away
Wishing I could go back and change the points that were low
Till I’ve realised what life’s meant to be

Photographs lost in time are all I see
A pointless nostalgic;
That’s me
That’s me

Reminiscing my cares away
Wishing I could go back and change the points that were low
Till I’ve realised what life’s meant to be

Photographs lost in time are all I see
A pointless nostalgic;
That’s me
That’s me

It’s all I’ll ever be
It’s all I’ll ever be
Cause that’s me
It’s all I’ll ever be
Cause that’s me

This is one of the songs that hits right on; so true it hurts. I wonder why it is that I always have one foot stuck in that nostalgic quicksand. Ridding oneself of keepsakes apparently can't do all the work.

Soon it would be 8 years. 8 years. 8 years. When you are 23, 8 years feels like a lifetime. These 8 years seem to me like a interlude, a really prolonged one. I think I have fallen asleep; the painful sleep, one that makes you even more fatigue as you take more of it. I pray the music will play again, the curtain will be up soon.


pointless nostalgic is a song by Jamie Cullum, easily my favourite jazz singer :)


Monday, 15 October 2007

Hello, stranger

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Entah sudah berapa lama aku menghabiskan waktu untuk bermain Google Earth, tapi bosan sama sekali belum dekat di mata. Jadi teringat dulu teman kos di Belanda pernah menunjukkan padaku bahwa kita bisa melihat tempat tinggal kita dengan jelas. Kemarin seorang kenalan baru yang menarik menunjukkan tempat asal dia di Google Earth. Kemudian untuk mengilustrasikan jauhnya tempat itu dari sini, dia memutarbalikkan bola dunia itu, melewati benua Antartika dan akhirnya sampailah kita di Singapura. "That's the farthest we can go in the world," katanya. Suatu hari, aku akan ke tempat itu. Entah kapan, tapi pasti, suatu hari.

Sejak kecil, aku selalu bilang aku ingin keliling dunia. Dulu rasanya keliling dunia bisa diartikan sebagai jadi turis di kota-kota yang terkenal. Tapi melihat tempat-tempat terkenal hanya bisa memberikan memori sebatas selembar kertas yang akan menguning seiring waktu (atau mungkin jutaan pixels yang bisa hilang ketika komputer rusak). Aku ingin, ingin, ingin keliling dunia dan menjadi bagian dari dirinya. Semoga suatu hari keinginan ini bisa kesampaian.

Kenapa susah sekali menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia? :s

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

C'est superb!

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Tuesday, 9 October 2007

Thinking in circles

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I don't understand myself. Life is OK, I'm taking schoolwork slowly but it's all under control. I still meet my friends on regular basis. I called home, sometimes. I get enough sleep everyday. Despite all these, I have this constant nagging voice in my head that tells me It's not OK.

I think I need purpose in life. It's not OK to live just to do what you have to do. I forget when was the last time I wanted something so badly that I would lose sleep just to work towards the goal. Life is so mundane now that I'm just too lazy and confused to think about what I want to do after I graduate next year. I don't have a plan. I don't feel the impulse to plan even when everyone around me has started to do so. I hate mediocre life, I'm living in one now and I am doing nothing to change it.

Maybe I just need to fall in love, some people say that would solve it all. Really? As if it's easier to fall in love than to get a job that you like.

I think a cold shower will do for now.

Friday, 5 October 2007

Learning a language

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... is a lifetime decision, an act of violence one inflicts upon one's self without logical explanation.

在中文课的时候, 老师问我,你为什么要学语。我回答, 因为我要去中国做事。本来,我没想过要去中国,本来,我也不知道为什么我要学中文。

学一个新的语言不容易。有很多时候,我不知道要真么说才,才能把我想说的事说出口。虽然学华语不容易,我还是要学它。因为几年前,我告诉我自己我一定要学好华语。

Jetzt studiere ich Deutsch an der NUS. Ich habe gestern Abend ein Deutschtest. Ich finde der Test sehr schwer. Warum ist mein Deutsch schlecht? :(


Really, it's back to the basics. Suddenly your language ability is reduced to "Insufficient". Not being able to convey what you are thinking, not able to understand fully what others are saying to you, reading a book is out of question.

And there is this constant inadequate understanding of the language. Like why in Chinese, "last week" is "上个星期" (literally, above week) and "next week" is "下个星期" (literally,below week); why in Deutsch, "fahren" means both "to travel" and "to drive".

Learning a language demands a lot from you. Memorizing words or phrases and understanding grammar are never enough. You have to carry the culture and the history of the language on your back. You have to let yourself into the murky pool of subtleties, uncertainties, and deviations. By learning a language, you beg to assimilate into a private circle of natives; something that perhaps even a lifetime could not accomplish.

To learn a language, you need to learn to be a child again; one with a mind like sponge, unconstrained, and willing to learn something wholly new, and sometimes illogical.

Language is identity; the very, if not the main, essence of root. We all long to be understood. There was an Indo song that goes like:
Biarpun saya pergi jauh
Tidak kan hilang dari kalbu
It is a song about Motherland (in Bahasa: tanah air, which literally translates to waterland). How do you identify your Motherland? Not the place (because developments change the face of a country, especially city at the speed of cash flow), not the people (in this global era, people once again become rather nomadic and as always, people change). The only constant determinant of Motherland is language.

Ah, the beauty and complexity of language. I am glad the Tower of Babel fell.

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Life is a cupcake (sometimes, at least)

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Soft and creamy, sweet and pretty, you tantalize my tastebuds. I need more of those eyes-closed-mmm-i'm-in-heaven moments.

more on Posie Gets Cozy

Friday, 28 September 2007

On Changes

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I am thinking about transitions. And you sprang to mind. It was 7, almost 8 years ago. You left, leaving me in my fits of melancholy for being left behind. Words have always been my best friends, so I wrote. To you, to myself, to my counselling teacher (I was told to do so). I still remember her, my counselling teacher. It was the first time anyone has mentioned that word to me. You are in transition period, she said.

Since then, I have been through a lot of transitions. Each one felt less painful than the previous one. I guess the thing about growing up is that you learn to hold things lightly in your hand, knowing that one day, you'll have to let go.

We used to sign off our letters with God bless you. When internet came into the picture, it became GBU. Then it became Take care. And now, almost no more e-mails.

It's OK, really. Even when each transition brings us further from the good old days, we'll just have to go on, right? Because these are the days, those were the days.

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Mid-autumn Lights, Clarke Quay

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Iridescent lanterns with little wishes

L; I think God must have kissed your face

Sunguria Red and Sake Sunrise

静夜思

床前明月光 Before my bed, the moon is shining bright,
疑是地上霜 I think that it is frost upon the ground.
举头望明月 I raise my head and look at the bright moon,
低头思故乡 I lower my head and think of home.


中秋节快乐!


Just as Christmas is incomplete without the magical and dreamy snow, Mid-Autumn Festival will not be complete without the lonesome beauty of the full moon and lantern lights.

Monday, 17 September 2007

Monday blues

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The first day of the week has almost ended. After a day of slaving away in the lab, I'm not sure I can say that I have done anything of significance today, and this in turn, makes me feel extremely robbed of the day. And this pattern of life has been going on for almost a month now. I don't know for how long more I can continue existing like this. I fear one day my sanity will just snap in the lab. Sigh.

I keep on telling myself that next year, life will be different. I'd like to think of entering the next phase in life as changing a mode of transportation. I have been taking bus my whole life, and next year I will be in a faster pace train. One day, hoffentlich, I could have my own car and live life in my preferred pace. Sometimes I feel really tired; I don't know what I am doing anymore.

On a side note, the weather is lovely today, albeit a little on the hot side. Each time I see those big, shady trees in NUS, I'm reminded of how those days, not too long ago but thousands of miles away from here, I used to watch people having lunch in the open, lying on the grass, talking and laughing, and sometime just reading a book.

Tuesday, 11 September 2007

Wouldn't it be nice...

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to lie on an enormous couch with a best friend, watching an old romantic comedy DVD, with chips and drinks within reach, no worries or deadlines in sight.

to close your eyes and sway to your favourite tunes.

to have someone call you, unexpectedly, just because you are missed.

to lie under a big tree on a clear, sunny day and knowing that everything is alright in the world.

Wouldn't it be nice if these were not only wishful thinkings.

Sunday, 2 September 2007

Perfect Song for a Quiet Sunday Afternoon

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This song has a sort of transcendent effect on me. On the first tinkling of the piano, it's no longer this little corner of the world for me, but a timeless, vast space where I can just lie down, peaceful and loved as the melody plays on.

Monday, 9 July 2007

Vienna, 22-23 June

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Anes and MinDan, my two lovely hosts in Vienna :) in front of the Freud Museum

Every corner of Vienna reminds one of the Austro-Hungarian Empire... there are a LOT of statues and grand structures like this in the city

Schloss Schönbrunn

Stephansdom, my favourite gothic church in Europe so far

The roof mosaic of Stephansdom

Karlskirche, pretty baroque church (MD takes very good photos!)

Visit to the music city, Vienna is incomplete without a concert! (met guofan and hui wen - anes' and my secondary school friends - here... i like coincidence!)

Danube at night

"The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt - one of the permanent exhibits at the Upper Belvedere gallery... the golden colours of this work is really captivating


Saturday, 7 July 2007

Southern France

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Nice, 14 June

This cat has a nice life in Nice :)

I find this shot rather interesting

Monaco, 15 June

Monte Carlo Casino: for the famous, rich, and beautiful

Oops, sorry...

I love their smiles

By now, you should have guessed what my favourite colour is, yes?

Monaco and her Vieux Port

Gorges du Verdon, 16 June

Layered rocky cliffs and turquoise stream of water

From Point Sublime, the end point of a 7-hour hike

Marseille, 17 June

Calanques (read: kay-long), where the sky and the sea met in a hazy embrace

Steep cliffs plunge into the sea, and this goes on for miles... simply beautiful

Puylobier, 18 June

Wine tank in a wine cellar... looks rather like a petrol tank, no?

People bring in their own container and fill it with wine of their choice! (the famous wine from this part of France is Rose)

Vineyard

Lavender field

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Elegy for Weeping Willow

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My faithful willow,
How long has it been since our first encounter?


Winter time and you were barren
I wandered, searching
While your friends and you watched
Under the gloomy, cold sky


Spring time and you smiled
I cycled, gazing
Your fresh foliage grew and rustled
Under the caress of the Sun

Summer time is here
And still I find you there
Sitting in your full glory

Parting time is pending, my friend
Should we part in tears?
Should we part in poignant smile?

I never knew how to say goodbye
So let me do it my way

No goodbye for you, my not-special-yet-sweet city. I have come silently, so silently will I leave. May we see each other again one day... perhaps when the autumn leaves fall.

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

Almost Heaven - 25 June 2007

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Three tastes of Tuscany in a serving:
Cinque Terre
Pisa
Florence

One new friend
Bright blue sky
Terraced vineyards
Sunflower beds
Villages sheltered from the rest of the world
Turquoise sea

I couldn't have asked for more

Terraced vineyards

Vernazza from the top

Vernazza from the bottom

No siesta this afternoon :)

On the way to the next village

Sunbathing and taking a siesta

Everyone's favourite folly

The unforgettable sunset from Piazza Michelangelo to wrap up a wonderful day

Rainbow in the end

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I took this on the train back to Eindhoven from an amazing solo trip.

It is indeed wonderful in this corner of the world.

Sunday, 10 June 2007

Something pretty, something cute, and All Adorable!

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These 4 horses live just beside my house

Scottish highland cow, Hamish

Salt-and-pepper doggie

All black!

Duck resting on a lazy afternoon

It's cold outside...

Sleep sleep sleep...

Shy or sleeping?

Definitely sleeping!

Norwegian kids (blonde, bundled in thick clothes, rosy cheeks... cute overload!)

Grumpy, but very very adorable!

Handsome little boy on the boat (he's only 18 months old!)

Cookie, darling?