something's breaking up

i don't believe i'm recovering too well from this cold. it's probably the accumulation of travelling, tiredness, conrete accomadation, winter, and the red coloured furniture in my room.

i'm trying to find ways of dealing with this. (symptoms for a cold often include: sore throat, blocked nose, constant coughing, constantly sounding like you're breathing your last breath when coughing, and taking forever to answer a question because you are wondering whether at that precise moment you are breathing through one or two nostrils.) what was i saying? oh yeah ways of dealing with a cold.

1) going out into 12 degrees weather wearing a bohemian dress* 2) not taking any medication or drinking water, only hot chocolate loaded with chocolate* 3) thinking you'll get better tomorrow if you just pretend to feel better, some things are just psychological*

*none of these seem to have worked as a way of dealing with a cold, which i think is why i'm still sick.

my intelligence baffles many.

state library

i was just minding my own business drinking miso soup and eating rice paper rolls, when i witnessed these boys trying to feed the pigeons some biscuits. however, causing them dismay was the fact that the biscuits were just too hard for the birds to swallow. but then one of the boys — a smart cookie, this one, gets his water bottle, and pours water over the biscuits so they'd soften! super sweet.

being out of line

yesterday i learnt german from 3 german boys.

lesson one:
'hey i've always wondered, is it, das ist meinen hamburger? or das ist meine hamburger?'
*breaks out in laughter*
'um, it's actually, das ist MEIN hamburger'

lesson two:
'how do you say pardon me?'
'ent-schuldigung, zi bitter'

lesson three:
'no that club is not open yet, ni-hh-t open?'
'ni-ch-t offen'
'okay'
'no say it, ni-schh-t offen'
'ni-sch-t offen'

to sleep in a crowd

some french polynesians played their ukulele and sang on the train today, (i was actually quite cynical before that due to jetlag or some other excuse i convinced myself about), but after hearing them sing and play through the whole train trip—i began to think to my self, what a wonderful world, the colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky... island music is beautiful.

this overwhelming sense of responsibility

after three months of travelling i feel:

fantastic
inspired
pleasant
refreshed—

and not quite ready to go back home.