This is my 2nd week into my 5th or 6th job. I couldnt properly keep track now. Like all the past jobs I've held, the first 6 months to a year...it is all good and jolly...well, most of the jobs at least. This one is no difference and i'm keeping the ball rolling on my own with a few gentle push and tugs.
I've been to the Gym twice now with M, my new staff pass allows me access to Intercontinental's Clark Hatch for free. The first thing among others which i'm glad about. I've made a pact with M, this will be our Thursday evenings from now on.
Next best thing should come in May; and it will most likely occupy my Wednesday nights...but the story will have to wait until then.
This evening, after work... myself and Terrence rushed over to Lavendar eagerly seeking our new thrill. After paying 160$, and 1.5hours later, we both agreed that we would be doing this again for many more times to come. Though we both left feeling alot worse...AND better than before. Worse for the fear of what tomorrow may bring to our fragile and weak body...better for the fact that we are now acolytes of Sifu Chua. We just acquired our Level 1 - 小念头. We can bring some pain to petty thieves now! My new Monday routine for many more months to come; or at least that's what i hope.
That leaves me with only Tuesday and Friday. If all goes according to plan, my Tuesdays will be filled up pretty soon. And I think I'm gonna leave my Fridays for some Happy Hour, just in case ;)
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
The long road home
From the thrill and new breath of air when i stepped out of my old company, to my uneventful but relaxed break back home, to the hazy weather and chilly streets of Hanoi. Time has flown by me by 3 weeks or so.
I've managed to finished the book of souls and left it in the good hands of dylan. The tiring trip to Halong Bay...the dreadful 3.5hours drive from Hanoi to Halong City...the boring boat ride into the bay but splendour cave exploration...and the other dreadful 3.5hours bus ride back to Hanoi...with a drunken German guy bashing away political trash with an American at the back of bus...its all a very tiring 'adventure', and it was just the only beginning. Not to mentioned i've been conned twice by cab drivers...one armed with a fake taxi meter that beats even faster than my old heart could take, the other...a pretentious scumbag who 'mistakenly' took my 100k as 10k, and i only realize it till way after.
On my 3rd day, just when i'm waking up from a late night of watching 'the nottie and the hottie' with dylan till 3am, i was greeted with the news of his father's passing. He was up way earlier than me and was already rushing out of the door right after telling me to make myself at home and to lock up the doors when i leave on Sunday. I was still...striken. The entire day, i couldnt help but to think of the tragedy...a death all so sudden...and it had to happen when i was visiting. Somehow it took a big bite on my mood for the rest of the day. I spent the day wandering the museum and old prison house...and having ice cream...and again, walking by the big lake. I paid a persistent motor driver - Van, 140K for taking me around the few places in his motorbike. Something which i thought would probably help clear my head from the weather, i'm glad it did somewhat. It's another hazy day out, a gray afternoon and it began to drizzle past 6pm just right after i was done with some light souvenir shopping. I decided to flag a cab back and had a quick dinner by the cafe downstairs.
It's 930pm back home...830pm local time. The nights' still new, the streets still bustling with honks and beeps. I just wish tomorrow would come sooner, I'm eager to go back home. I've booked another ticket...one earlier than my supposed flight. One which i've spent a handsome amount on...but the thoughts of having to spend another full day here having to wander town alone in such a mood sort of makes everything worthwhile. I'm only looking forward to go home, spend some time in the company of friends and silently prepare for my 1st new day at work. I hope dylan is pulling through alright, i made a silent prayer at the shrine by the museum earlier. In the hopes that his father would find redemption soon.
I've managed to finished the book of souls and left it in the good hands of dylan. The tiring trip to Halong Bay...the dreadful 3.5hours drive from Hanoi to Halong City...the boring boat ride into the bay but splendour cave exploration...and the other dreadful 3.5hours bus ride back to Hanoi...with a drunken German guy bashing away political trash with an American at the back of bus...its all a very tiring 'adventure', and it was just the only beginning. Not to mentioned i've been conned twice by cab drivers...one armed with a fake taxi meter that beats even faster than my old heart could take, the other...a pretentious scumbag who 'mistakenly' took my 100k as 10k, and i only realize it till way after.
On my 3rd day, just when i'm waking up from a late night of watching 'the nottie and the hottie' with dylan till 3am, i was greeted with the news of his father's passing. He was up way earlier than me and was already rushing out of the door right after telling me to make myself at home and to lock up the doors when i leave on Sunday. I was still...striken. The entire day, i couldnt help but to think of the tragedy...a death all so sudden...and it had to happen when i was visiting. Somehow it took a big bite on my mood for the rest of the day. I spent the day wandering the museum and old prison house...and having ice cream...and again, walking by the big lake. I paid a persistent motor driver - Van, 140K for taking me around the few places in his motorbike. Something which i thought would probably help clear my head from the weather, i'm glad it did somewhat. It's another hazy day out, a gray afternoon and it began to drizzle past 6pm just right after i was done with some light souvenir shopping. I decided to flag a cab back and had a quick dinner by the cafe downstairs.
It's 930pm back home...830pm local time. The nights' still new, the streets still bustling with honks and beeps. I just wish tomorrow would come sooner, I'm eager to go back home. I've booked another ticket...one earlier than my supposed flight. One which i've spent a handsome amount on...but the thoughts of having to spend another full day here having to wander town alone in such a mood sort of makes everything worthwhile. I'm only looking forward to go home, spend some time in the company of friends and silently prepare for my 1st new day at work. I hope dylan is pulling through alright, i made a silent prayer at the shrine by the museum earlier. In the hopes that his father would find redemption soon.
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