That element called mystery...

Mystery.. a situation that's very difficult to understand, nor to explain.. most people think that it's the quality of making something/somebody seem interesting and exciting.. well, to a certain extent that is true.. something that we look forward to find at the end of the day, something we're very curious about.. It's like, we're questioning all the time; what is it actually? What actually is happening? etc etc.. how can it not be interesting? but hold on, it can as well be sth much smaller than expected.. so how can it be that interesting??

When I'm given puzzles that's too hard to solve or when I have difficulty of finding my flight ticket that I bought one year ago (which I know I once deliberately keep somewhere so that it's easy to find).. there are pieces of mysteries that I really want to find.. and that's what makes it interesting (yet annoying after some time).. but when a person is trying to be mysterious to attract others or when I don't even know if there's even sth interesting to find at the end of the day.. that's just.. not interesting.. and I, I lose interest in no time.. I get bored easily too..

I like to really know what and whom I know, at least after a reasonable amount of time.. there's nothing interesting to always keep something that is mysterious in my life.. give me a year the longest and I will definitely give it up..

People are on their way of making life easier, and I am certainly one of them..

Summer.. oh summer...

My imagination about summer used to be something that would be fun in any way, not the time for creating or working but it's like... ur body and heart would beg u to be outside, sitting by the beach near water somewhere, the time when u're craving for reading terribly lots of magazines while lying on the hot sand, gossiping with girlfriends, listening to mp3 players drinking cold beers pondering about how good life was.. there's nothing better, I thought..

Imagination has always been better than everything else, apparently and unfortunately I'm obviously not that type..

The good thing about summer in denmark, according to my experience was that, there's cooling wind apart from the bright sun.. but speaking of summer in italy, it was an "Ohh.. My.. God..".. (with Janice's voice and hand gesture =P) it was on average of 35-37 deg Celsius in daytime.. I mean, how hot was that..

A good traveling mate, nice weather, enough money to splurge.. three things to look at for having a perfect trip.. overall my trip was awesome.. like, I was glad to meet some friends again in other countries and to meet a lot of new people in hostels.. besides I kinda have got the momentum for traveling in europe.. for instance, the number of metro lines in big cities like Paris might be much more than what I've seen before.. but really, things turned out to be easier than I thought it would be.. and it wasn't as hard as said to find English spoken people, even in Spain.. so i was glad that things ended up well.. I sucked at map, but way much better after 3 weeks of wandering around alien cities with that thing.. =P

Perhaps ones of the unpleasant things would be the number of misunderstandings between my traveling mate and i.. and some unfriendly people that we bumped into, esp in Italy.. I mean, some of them could be really nasty.. the weather was extremely hot, I was unquestionably emotionally unstable.. basically I talked back, even to an officer.. well, I just couldn't believe I still had that part of me left inside.. haha..

Speaking of money, I'll be damned if I complain here.. although the amount wasn't that big enough to give me everything I wanted bcos I'm just human with a lot of needs =P.. it's at least enough to pay for all the necessary stuffs..

I had a thought after my trip, I realized there's one thing I actually hated all these while..

There are definitely some "great" people in this world, I know that.. the type that's so influential.. they change ur whole belief in a second.. I mean, even if that happens, or even if it happens bcos u're blindly in love with him/her.. look again at the person in front of u, a friend that u're talking to.. the person that u've known more than just one or two weeks.. is there really no way to just give a little respect? I just hate it the most to suddenly hear something from my friend that doesn't sound like her talking.. i'd deliberately drop the topic, refuse to listen further, that's what i do.. so i really hate it i suppose..

Ciao..