Saturday, December 31, 2011

the beauty and importance of traveling.


I have never been able to understand people who don’t see the point in traveling. The common reason is that traveling is a waste of time and money. I’ve heard some are scared to travel too far away. I can’t help but feel sorry particularly for those who perceive the experience of seeing a new place as a 100 % negative one. Telling them stories about unusual encounters doesn’t result in the expected curiosity but a ‘Why would you wanna go there!?’ It makes me lose faith in humanity. Experience is the best teacher and knowledge is power. The things traveling can teach you are beautiful because you learn to trust in what you see rather than what you are told. And you learn that possibilities for yourself are endless.
Simply believing what others say has formed many problematic situations in the past. And yes I am talking about historical events involving prejudice due to what we are told about what we don’t know. In some cases xenophobia-causing stories are passed on from generation to generation. With all these factors bumping into each other, it’s almost understandable why some people fear traveling.

It was Mark Twain who said, ‘Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness,’ which in my mind goes down as the closest to the truth about traveling. Too bad there aren’t enough people with the means to travel actually doing it. It could be fear, it could be a lack of interest and curiosity. Somehow, I believe, our grandparents’ stories and the negative portrayal of many countries in the media is still more dominating than it should be. But a country and its people shouldn’t be judged by a couple of devils among them. You should be the one to spread the word about your positive travel experiences, no matter how unusual they might be. If you have the means to go abroad, you should do it despite going out of your comfort zone. You might only realise why you loved it once you’re back home but you are more than likely to want to do it again.

This is exactly what leads to another reason why traveling is like therapy. I think it’s the best thing you could do if you feel depressed at home, don’t know what to do with your future, your life, your partner, anything. Once you are away, preferably somewhere very new and unknown, you are forced to adapt and meet people. This works especially if you travel alone but no worries, it worked for me when I traveled with my Mother and sister. A new life and especially the new relationships you build, even if only for a short period of time, reveal opportunities and views you never would have thought of and had otherwise.

When I was 23, I traveled to my mother's native country, Vietnam. We went to the villages and met relatives whom I never even existed. The country still remains impoverished and many people work back breaking jobs just to put food on the table for their families. The people I have met there taught me to be laissez-faire and I have realised that I could just return home, work harder and be grateful for what I have.

Writing this makes me appreciate the times I’ve been away. Without them I would not have known what to do with my life. I wouldn’t say I ‘found’ myself as the meaning of that has always been unclear to me and I don’t know if humans are boring enough to ever want to ‘find’ themselves.

I know now that life only feels empty when there’s nothing to look forward to. And I know that the best way to fix that is to leave your daily life. Being lost for a while helps you find yourself, I’ve heard. Well, it helps you figure out what to do next, too. Even if that means going away again. You’ll return home working towards something and appreciating having traveled more than ever. This is why I’ll never stop traveling.

I could go on about the beauty of traveling because there is so much to it. Is it cheesy to say that I believe if everyone traveled, the world would be a better place?

Sunday, July 03, 2011

how appropriate.



"Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway"

sia - sunday.

how appropriate for my fourth of july weekend. yet again, i lie around like a bum with a goofy sidekick sister and a mundane dog. i think the only productive thing we did today was eat! so glad i suggested us go to eat hu tieu nam vang (vietnamese Phnom Penh noodles soup) We are a couple of heffers because on our way home we stopped by Kebab Korner to order our dinner. Mmm...can't wait for chicken karahi, tamarind chutney and garlic naan. perfect pre-independence day food, i know!



pre-fourth of july weekend shopping - I can't wait to sport my new swimsuits i just bought yesterday.


hubbel and hudson beer and cheese fest was a success! i got my free buzz on!current favorite beer: brooklyn's summer ale.It’s a smooth drinking, well balanced beer with just the right amount of malt and hop bitterness to invigorate the palate while sitting outside relaxing under the sun. I won’t be passing on this one again on my next trip to the store. Quite a decent pale 'summer ale', I wouldn't expect anything less from the Brooklyn Brewery. It's a nice beer that quenches one's thirst and is a nice opener to any session and stronger beers.

Monday, March 14, 2011

artistic quenching.


due to laziness and lack of time i am slowly crawling out of hiatus to blah-blah-blah. random opinions would just flutter about but here i am with nothing to show for those moments of shear brilliance. i think i needed a spark of inspiration again so i could organize my thoughts. thus, i finally got it when i went to the menil museum with an old friend and a new friend. it was a ying and yang balance, i suppose. its always fun to show uncultured people there's more to life than just video games and comic book fantasies. ignorance is NOT bliss. nonetheless...it was an enjoyable time. we leisurely walked about and went to the rothko chapel. it wasn't what i expected...it was deathly quiet and awkward as i walked and had to refrain from bursts of laughter when i saw my friends' expressions. people really did come to the rothko to get in touch with their inner spirit...i sure didn't. after the utter disappointment 0f black and purple canvases...we proceeded to go to the menil museum which semi-quenched my cultural satisfaction for art. it blows my mind how other people can put their imaginations on canvas and sculpture. crossing off the menil collection and rothko chapel off my list.