
Look at this little guy who came slinking under my car.

Aww, looks like he was just a little hungry and smelled my food.

A friend or foe? Probably mates. Minor standoff before they ran off together.

She looked right at me! Aww. 🙂
Look at this little guy who came slinking under my car.
Aww, looks like he was just a little hungry and smelled my food.
A friend or foe? Probably mates. Minor standoff before they ran off together.
She looked right at me! Aww. 🙂
The elusive sign that directed me to the escalators!
When I was in Hong Kong, one of the attractions that I went to visit was the Mid-Levels Escalators. It is a series of escalators running up the hillside of Hong Kong Island, and the longest escalator ride you can ever take at 800 meters! Now granted, there is some walking in between for certain areas where some turns had to be made, but for the most part you can enjoy standing on the belts and going down in the morning or up at night. For those trying to go in the opposite direction of the escalators, there are stairs running alongside them the entire way so you can walk as needed. What really threw me off in Hong Kong was that they stand to the right of the escalators, which is the opposite of what I had been doing in Singapore! So the first few times, I’d stand on the left side only to find myself in the way. How confusing!
When I first arrived at the Mid-Levels Escalators, it was around 9 PM and things were pretty quiet. I began my journey upwards and started to count how many stretches of escalator I got on. Along the way, I passed by restaurants, bars, pubs, massage parlors, beauty salons, random shops, and lots of homes. After about 13-15 escalators, things really quieted down and became very residential. Stubbornly, I continued on, even though it was dark and there were hardly any people around. I wanted to make it to the end of strip! After much dedication, I eventually made it (and lost count along the way). I believe I totaled 18 or 19 escalators of varying lengths.
I finally got to the top! Yeesh.
At the top, I was happy, tired, and really hungry. I began my descent down, this time with a mission of finding some place that was still open for dinner. I also started to count the number of stairs I took. Down, down, down I went, counting to myself the whole time and rushing to get back to the livelier parts. Eventually, I came across a Pizza Express that was still open and happily settled in for a meal. As soon as I was happily full, I continued on my trek down the mountain, still counting the stairs I took in the process. I can’t find where I wrote down the exact number I took, but it was something like 843.
Some were this kind and a few weren’t working, so I had to climb that bit.
Ear candling is this crazy thing where they take a special cloth tube thing and stick one end in your ear canal while lighting the other end on fire. It burns gently and because of the air being sucked away at the top of the tube, your earwax is drawn up into the tube. I heard a gentle crackling noise the entire time it was burning away and though I felt more refreshed and noises seemed crisper after that, I don’t know if that was just a psychological effect. The result is this honeycomb-looking thing that is the earwax that was drawn from your ear canal! I found it to be a surprisingly soothing experience and you could tell from what was taken out which ear was more clogged up. Nifty!
Err? What is this thing?
Who knew that Jamba Juice sells "flatbread" too?
Oooh, yummy! Sweet and tart and juicy!
Free Wahoo's on their 21st birthday!
All but the first (which I did not purchase since I had no clue how to eat it) were free! 🙂 Just gotta love when you get a good deal and find free samples.
Sudden commotion on campus!
Another news van outside Ronald Reagan.
Reporting on the Young Hall student stabbing.
It seems that reporters are always rushing. Rushing on scene (or as close as they can get). Rushing to grab interviews. Rushing to report on the latest news!
Sometimes when you just need a bit of peace, the most eclectic set of activities can be the ones that are soothing and therapeutic. They all involve a certain amount of solitude, but have little else in common. Some require heavy thinking whereas others let your mind wander; some are more physically demanding while others are more mentally-challenging.
Take gardening, for example. It’s one of those activities that doesn’t require much thinking, but can be more physical as you forge a bond with nature. You can escape from the harsh noises in our lives and get a little closer to the life around you. It’s refreshing because it’s a change from the typical daily grind and it gives our eyes a rest from the artificial lights that tend to surround us. Growing up in the Midwest, I particularly love wandering around gardens or getting a little dirty because of the connection I get with Mother Nature. It’s fascinating to observe some of the plants that surround us, since most of us barely glance at them as we rush by. Taking the time to breath in the fresh air being produced by the plants, discovering some of the insects that cohabit with them, and really getting to understand where we came from is a great way to de-stress.
Making things can be so satisfying.
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Another thing I find really comforting is studying in a library. When you enter a place like that, there’s a certain level of silence with just whispers of sound coming from the movements of others studying alongside you. It’s kind of nice to be in such an academic setting, with everyone around you working so hard that it helps you focus too. I find that I need to be at peace to a certain extent before I have the patience to sit down and pore over my work diligently. The good thing is, you can really get on a roll and get a lot done when your focus is just right!
On the opposite end, when you get into the right rhythm for a sport, it’s truly a marvelous feeling. Runner’s high isn’t something restricted only to that sport; in fact, I’d venture to say each athlete can reach a point where the physical exertion of their body is in such peace and harmony that they’ve reached that state of flow. When you’ve hit the ball just right, moved your body perfectly, and attained something you never had before, there’s not much that can beat that feeling. The feeling that it’s just right.
So, what’s the activity that gives you your peace of mind?
I don’t know why, but they just fascinate me so much. And no, I don’t really stalk them, though it may seem like it. 😛
Poinsettia. A word I always dreaded come Christmastime as a child. I distinctly remember in first grade when we were learning holiday-themed words in class to be tested on and I always struggled with poinsettia. Christmas was fine, Santa Claus and reindeer and wreath and holly were all too, but poinsettia – that dreaded flower! I mean, they’re nice enough to look at and all, but really, who came up with that name?! Was it in their agenda to make my childhood December uncomfortable and awkward? If so, they were quite successful.
I’ve always prided myself in being an excellent speller. Not the best, but enough to win the spelling bee in my second grade class with the word chimney. Though I wasn’t able to win the overall school competition, I wasn’t that crushed – I never expected to be a prodigy or genius of any sort. I was just a natural at spelling, that’s all. But oooh when I had to spell POINSETTIA the year before, I lost some of my confidence. Perhaps it was because I always had it in my mind that it was “poinsetta” (and thus always got docked on my quiz). In retrospect, it seems such a silly little thing that I should have been able to pick up easily enough, but then again it’s been 16 years since those days.
I guess I’ve learned something since then. 😛
P.S. – Happy 50th to my mommy! 🙂 As I told her, halfway there. 😉