Part 2 Flashback in USA-Taiwan

2 January 2009

We found out later that due to the recession, Taiwan was actually suffering from its aftereffects-the street were so empty...and since we were only there for a day for transit purposes, we technically weren't allowed to get out of the hotel, even.

Yes, we are prisoners!

But we still sneaked out anyway.
Please la...its not as if we want to stay here la. Too much chinese man...later I become 100% true chinese-speaking chinese with a love for Jay Chou then how??
Okay, not as if that's a bad thing. I really do like some of Jay Chou's songs, and I do speak chinese. I was just kidding. I meant that this is SO LIKE CHINA man!! You call this Taiwan, but really, its like China. Taxi drivers cheat you! The fashion sense is like...==....
Or maybe its too much shopping in Fresno that did it.

However, on a happy note, we did enjoy the night-marketing!
not that we got anything substancial, but the atmosphere really counts for something-the crazy motorbikes that run at you in the alleys; the tangyuan:D; the famous pineapple tarts; the ah li san (de gu niang) tea...
and the garbage trucks emit a cartoonish music and lights which reminded us of Doraemon.
We thought it was some ice-cream/tau-foo-fah truck at first.

It was a resheshing experience la, basically. Something that's close to home.
The night markets, I mean. Not the garbage truck.

And somehow I must say I prefer the Taiwanese hotel's facilities to the American ones.
(cos got additional drinking water tap and hot water boiler...muahahaha...stingy americans drink from the tap)

3rd January 2009
We leave not too early in the morning for KL.
Mum disappeared while we waited for the airport bus, which caused some chaos and an all-out search for her. I was so worried, I even climbed untop the dunny cans to peek at the adjacent cubicles, just in case she had a faint or something. (she never fainted before btw)

She turned up mysteriously carrying bags of hot dogs for our breakfast at the last minute.
We did not talk in the bus to her, which I feel bad for, but she shouldnt disappear like that without telling us. I really thought that our holiday was going to a dreadful end.

You know what? It's communication that we all lack. Miscommunication.
We have to work on it in some point.
I tell myself, one basic thing I'm going to be sure is that my boyfriend and I will have open, honest, straightforward communication. If not, there is no way the relationship is going to proceed from there.

I watched Vicky Cristiana Barcelona, a Cannes Film Festival film which contributed to another thought I put into romantic relationships. A film not for the conservatives, it forced me to rethink what I really, really wanted in relationships--passionate love, or security attainable in marriage?
It (the plot) is very real in many ways, and very complicated. The message-do you dare to chase after what may just be, however fleeting?



I end my post with a flashback of what has happened: there is so much to learn from, so much I have seen. I will try my best to apply what I have learnt in this trip.