My nth trip to US Day 3
I think at the time of blogging it is technically day 4 (or Sunday) but since my laptop's time is still set to Vancouver time, so it is still day 3. Anyway, a few days after the camping trip, I went to Madison to visit my brother, and at the same time, to take a vacation. One thing about me, is that I am terrible at organizing events. I do not think I have ever spearheaded any event that I have attended. It is just the fear that people do not like what I have planned, and the fear of any possibility of screw-ups, so usually I just sit back and let other people take charge. Me? I will help out just a bit or find other stuff to pretend that I am busy. The same applies to vacation. Left by myself, I would probably just travel alone, or more probably stay in my room, watching some interestingly mundane stuff, or mundanely interesting stuff, depending on your perspective.
(I hope the lengthy text without pictures are not driving away my readers)
It is summer for god's sake! One month break - the longest break I get since I have signed up for co-op (since my used-to-be 4-month-long summer break are now occupied by a regular academic term or internship term)! And here I was sitting in my room, facing my computer for more than 10 hours a day! Jebus, what monstrous idiot have I become! I decided that I have to evict myself far enough from my greenhouse to avoid - or more accurately, to delay - this gradual path to ennui. To those who know what the heck Titan Quest is, I still play Titan Quest. And sometimes when I play it, I get so bored, and I ask myself why I am still playing it. I do not know. Then I continue playing for countless hours. Seriously I need a purpose. All these senselessness and directionless and bottomlessness is chewing away at me. I shudder to think how far I have fallen since my younger days, and why? I do not know. Is it because of the fall away from religion? But what is religion other than a way for rulers to manipulate common people? Is not religion just a creation of human's mind, and but a fantasy in the adult's world? Pardon my heresy.
Look at me, I am wasting the short period of elation that a cup of tea has offered me. So I was saying that this trip offered me a brief respite from my unhealthy addiction of locking myself up in a mental and physical prison that I have created for myself. So I bought a pretty expensive ticket - it was pretty last minute, a few days before the flight, so the price was understandable - and arrived at Chicago, and took a 2 and a half hour bus to Madison, where I was picked up by my brother, now a grown man. I look at myself, and again, shuddered at how little these few years have educated me, the ignorance largely remains and how long I have been stuck in the frame of the past, jealous at other people's achievements. My brother brought me to his soon-to-leave house, where his friends and we moved his and his housemate's stuff out of the house into a 16-feet Penske truck. The couches were a bitch, and they caused further impairment to my used-to-be-good-two-years-ago glasses. We stayed at one of his friend's house for the night.
Next day was a long drive to Ann Arbor, where his new home, and school are to be. It was a long drive, and I, overweight and less-than-useful, displaced his friend that would have been the second driver in this long journey. See, not having my driving license ( I honestly do not know where it is now, it is not in my wallet, and my parents claim not to have seen it at home. I have a vague feeling that I am going to resort to a bicycle or bus in the future, armed with the honourable excuse that I do not wish to contribute to global warming, rather than having it to have anything to do with my (lack of) driving ability) and of course, not having the required skills have rendered me helpless in this situation. As I looked into my brother's tired face (we woke up pretty early to watch Lee Chong Wei's victorious match) , all I can do is to dive into the world of Hannibal and forget all about my helplessness for as long as the book lasts.
The torture ended and we arrived at the city of Ann Arbor. It seems to be yet another American city that I will forget if I did not visit it often or did not write anything on it. My brother has a bunch of friends here and we stayed at Wei Chieh and Jason's place for a night. I laughed at myself for alienating myself and for weakening my capability for emotions for the purposes of my study. Or my study is merely another excuse for my strange nature? I finished Hannibal in less than 2 days - I was really pleased with myself.
Today came and we moved to my brother's new place. With help from his friends, the move-in was relatively easy. When it's time to arrange all the furnitures and accesories, I found myself less than useful. I do not know the layout that my brother prefers. So I wandered aimlessly, making guesses at which items should go upstairs and carrying them upstairs. But eventually I found nothing else and I just sat there with my laptop while my brother busied himself arranging items in the house. Now half of the stuff is unpacked. I wonder where will we go during this remaining 9 days I have in U.S. I hope things will go well. I miss happiness. I tell myself I'm just a little unwell. I think I should do some research now.
I hope I did not depress you guys too much in this post. Ah the madness. Will it triumph and consume me?
(I hope the lengthy text without pictures are not driving away my readers)
It is summer for god's sake! One month break - the longest break I get since I have signed up for co-op (since my used-to-be 4-month-long summer break are now occupied by a regular academic term or internship term)! And here I was sitting in my room, facing my computer for more than 10 hours a day! Jebus, what monstrous idiot have I become! I decided that I have to evict myself far enough from my greenhouse to avoid - or more accurately, to delay - this gradual path to ennui. To those who know what the heck Titan Quest is, I still play Titan Quest. And sometimes when I play it, I get so bored, and I ask myself why I am still playing it. I do not know. Then I continue playing for countless hours. Seriously I need a purpose. All these senselessness and directionless and bottomlessness is chewing away at me. I shudder to think how far I have fallen since my younger days, and why? I do not know. Is it because of the fall away from religion? But what is religion other than a way for rulers to manipulate common people? Is not religion just a creation of human's mind, and but a fantasy in the adult's world? Pardon my heresy.
Look at me, I am wasting the short period of elation that a cup of tea has offered me. So I was saying that this trip offered me a brief respite from my unhealthy addiction of locking myself up in a mental and physical prison that I have created for myself. So I bought a pretty expensive ticket - it was pretty last minute, a few days before the flight, so the price was understandable - and arrived at Chicago, and took a 2 and a half hour bus to Madison, where I was picked up by my brother, now a grown man. I look at myself, and again, shuddered at how little these few years have educated me, the ignorance largely remains and how long I have been stuck in the frame of the past, jealous at other people's achievements. My brother brought me to his soon-to-leave house, where his friends and we moved his and his housemate's stuff out of the house into a 16-feet Penske truck. The couches were a bitch, and they caused further impairment to my used-to-be-good-two-years-ago glasses. We stayed at one of his friend's house for the night.
Next day was a long drive to Ann Arbor, where his new home, and school are to be. It was a long drive, and I, overweight and less-than-useful, displaced his friend that would have been the second driver in this long journey. See, not having my driving license ( I honestly do not know where it is now, it is not in my wallet, and my parents claim not to have seen it at home. I have a vague feeling that I am going to resort to a bicycle or bus in the future, armed with the honourable excuse that I do not wish to contribute to global warming, rather than having it to have anything to do with my (lack of) driving ability) and of course, not having the required skills have rendered me helpless in this situation. As I looked into my brother's tired face (we woke up pretty early to watch Lee Chong Wei's victorious match) , all I can do is to dive into the world of Hannibal and forget all about my helplessness for as long as the book lasts.
The torture ended and we arrived at the city of Ann Arbor. It seems to be yet another American city that I will forget if I did not visit it often or did not write anything on it. My brother has a bunch of friends here and we stayed at Wei Chieh and Jason's place for a night. I laughed at myself for alienating myself and for weakening my capability for emotions for the purposes of my study. Or my study is merely another excuse for my strange nature? I finished Hannibal in less than 2 days - I was really pleased with myself.
Today came and we moved to my brother's new place. With help from his friends, the move-in was relatively easy. When it's time to arrange all the furnitures and accesories, I found myself less than useful. I do not know the layout that my brother prefers. So I wandered aimlessly, making guesses at which items should go upstairs and carrying them upstairs. But eventually I found nothing else and I just sat there with my laptop while my brother busied himself arranging items in the house. Now half of the stuff is unpacked. I wonder where will we go during this remaining 9 days I have in U.S. I hope things will go well. I miss happiness. I tell myself I'm just a little unwell. I think I should do some research now.
I hope I did not depress you guys too much in this post. Ah the madness. Will it triumph and consume me?