Lessons From The Lone Traveller


                The last week was  filled with adventures and joy, yet again!!! I managed to travel around NYC (alone, bummer), Pennstate and Philly (it’s my second home now), met up with my good friends from INTEC and had a Thanksgiving dinner. NYC is a good place to walk around during the day and a tad eerie in the night if you’re lugging around a backpack; Walking around with my faithful brown backpack made me felt like I have this big sign that says, “Rob Me!” 
                The heart of NYC is pretty much like KL without the greenery scene plus a stupendous amount of buildings, and it was all too familiar for me which made navigating around so much easier.  Navigating around Chinatown is hard, well, navigating anywhere outside the heart of NYC is hard. Chinatown is the spitting image of Petaling Street, maybe Penang but you get the idea.
                My gravest mistake was not printing a map of NYC. Well, I didn’t plan on walking around NYC in the first place but yeah, a map would have made life easier. But that’s how I am, I have this tendency to jump into an adventure without planning ahead, I like the surprises and randomly spontaneous adventure I come across in my life.
Here’s what I’ve learned from my trip in NYC:
1.       Subways, cops and curators are your bestfriends.
a.       Subways serve as convenient landmarks to where you are, plus, they give out free maps. I didn’t know about the free maps so I took a picture of the maps they put up in the subway. Your camera can be your GPS, which I think is cool.
b.      Cops? Most helpful and knowledgeable people around if you need directions to get to anywhere in NYC. They’re everywhere too which makes locating one pretty easy.
c.       Curators? Same as cops but without the uniform AND they’ll suggest places you should visit. They also work as a mobile encyclopaedia, telling you the history of certain buildings, monuments, landmarks and even the history of NYC.
2.       Hone your map reading skills
a.       Doesn’t really apply to the centre of Manhattan but more of the lower and upper parts of Manhattan.
b.      If you’re on a tight schedule, getting lost in Manhattan is the last thing you would want to do.
c.       The subway map is missing a lot of information because they only show important streets and avenues, which can be very misleading. So what seem like a short distance is actually 4-7 blocks away.
3.       Take lots of pictures as you walk (duhh)
a.       And I’m not talking about self-portrait stuff, take pictures of your surroundings.
b.      This would serve as a pictorial guide for you if you ever get lost, a convenient way to backtrack.
4.       Always, ALWAYS, bring a fully-charged battery for your phone AND camera
a.       Pretty much self-explanatory. Both devices are your lifelines, wouldn’t want them to die on you now would you?
5.       Write down important numbers and always have small change in your pocket
a.       Shit happens, things can get really bad and everything can go wrong at times. Yes, everything.
b.      If your phone died on you, (happens to me all the time) write down the phone number of your parents’, friends’, whomever deemed important to you, and keep it close to you.
c.       No matter how reliable or modern whatever electronic device you have, if it runs out of battery, it’s as good as a paper weight.
d.      This is when the small change matters, thank God for public phones. This enables you to contact whoever you want to, get information from them and resume backpacking. ‘Nuff said.
My next post will be about travelling from Rochester to ANYWHERE. There’ll be review about a few transportation services. So watch out for that!

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Love is...

I saw this on Jia Mun's blog and thought it would be very nice to share with everyone.

Children are so innocent.

Too bad we have to become adults and forget what is important!

What Love means to a 4-8 year old ....
Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babes.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?'

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined See what you think:





'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'

Rebecca- age 8





'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'

Billy - age 4





'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'

Karl - age 5





'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'

Chrissy - age 6





'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'

Terri - age 4





'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'

Danny - age 7





'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'

Emily - age 8





'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'

Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)





'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'

Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)





'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'

Noelle - age 7





'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'

Tommy - age 6





'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'

Cindy - age 8





'My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'

Clare - age 6





'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'

Elaine-age 5





'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'

Chris - age 7





'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'

Mary Ann - age 4





'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'

Lauren - age 4





'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)

Karen - age 7





'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'

Mark - age 6





'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'

Jessica - age 8





And the final one

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

'Nothing, I just helped him cry'


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New Look (Still working on it... maybe not)

I've decided to revamp the blog and I happen to find a template with a design I liked. Only thing that bugs me is the colors, I'm not really a fan of these colors but it'll have to do until I find the strength to redo it to my liking. I forgot how tedious designing website was and sadly, I will be reminded if I try to uhh, disturb what it has now.

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1878_full.jpg (JPEG Image, 1000x885 pixels) - Scaled (68%)

http://bri-chan.deviantart.com/art/smile-for-the-camera-42854459

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9GAG - Man & Woman in an Argument

9GAG - Man & Woman in an Argument: "these"

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A Complete Weekend

I should have posted this earlier since I wrote this in the train but meh.

It’s amazing how things just work out so well for me last week. Gotta love life.

It was a good 10 hour trip to Philly but it was nothing compared to what I was about to experience.

Three things that made my weekend complete:
1. Aunty Noami and Family
2. Uncle Hardy and the guys and girls from Temple University
3. Zee Avi!!!

It’s been awhile since I last saw Aunty Noami, like, I was 2 foot tall when I last saw her. It’s nice being able to see her again, and I met Uncle Riu, her husband. Her son Luke was a bit shy, just like Balqis, the only time he played with me was when I was playing with Thomas the Train. I missed playing with small kiddies.

I like Philly, it had a feel- good vibe emanating from it and the weather was just nice when I was there. I roamed around Philly with Uncle Hardy and Chill, which was awesome. It’s a place where every weekend you can actually do something and not worry about transportation. Hanging out with Uncle Hardy, Chill, Nadeen, Ina, Irma and Abyan was really refreshing and I like how they were very similar with my best friends back in Malaysia. One thing I really miss during my stay here is the feeling of just being engulfed with the atmosphere my best friends create. How I wish I can describe how this “atmosphere” is like, it’s the most wonderful thing one could ever have and being without it is very, very depressing and lonesome. To have that void filled again, made me a really, really happy guy. The reason why I was so quiet is because I was so happy to be able to be soaked in that atmosphere again and I was relishing every moment of it. I’m really, really thankful that I met them.

My happy meter was already full when I hung out with Uncle Hardy, Chill, Nadeen, Ina, Irma and Abyan, and being able to watch Zee Avi live again after a long hiatus blew my happy meter off the charts. I thought that I shouldn’t come to the show empty handed (macam visit rumah orang pula) so I thought I should get her a bouquet of flowers. I didn’t want it to be like I’m doing it for show but I guess I can’t change the perception after the placard event. I was torn between roses or a mix of flowers when I couldn’t find Jasmine or Lavender and me being the typical-not-knowing-what-to-choose guy, got the mixed flowers. My reasoning was, it looked colourful, the girl who brightens up people’s day should have her day brighten up as well. Yeah, I know, God that sounded cheesy, but that was exactly what I was thinking, I can’t help it, that’s just who I am.

To listen and see her performing live again was like having an orgasm... okay that’s a tad exaggerating but, it really felt like a calm cool breeze blowing at your face and breathing in fresh mountain air, and exhaling felt like the whole weight of the world was just lifted off from your shoulders each time. Wonderful, no?

Should I tell what happened that night? Nahhh, some things are best kept as memories and shared with good friends. All I can say is that it was a night and a weekend to remember, I really had a great time. It really felt like nothing can go wrong anymore for me since that weekend.

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