The Pill That Cures

Writing a blog can be meaningless sometimes. You need to scratch your head figuring new ideas to attract more readers, or buy a new gadgets and show it off in the blog. Of course these are not all you can do to post in a blog.

I recently found out that the best place to release my dissatisfaction and complaints, is actually in my blog. Initially planned as a travel log blog, the theme later shift to events and festival photos posting, and recently, a place for "nuclear test"- my complaints.

Well, actually at this point of writing, I actually forgot what I wanted to complain, and someshow the anger begin to subside. Talking about anger, I recently found out that my neighbour is a nocturnal homosapiens. You know what I mean right ? Never want to repeat history, I hope my friendly complaints to this nocturnal guy's friends will somehow work the way out to imply that his neighbour is complaning about the late-night feet thumping fiesta, or the full Dolby Surround soap-opera at wee hours.

Arashiyama is still green, Matsuo river bank is still welcoming parties, these place are never too far if you are seeking peace in the green, or at least not too far compare to Kastura (my apartment). Ah, actually Mastuo is one station after Kastura station. Anyway, who would want to come to Kastura where there is no Kwai Low to hang around, you know hanging with kwai-low is so cool.

Well, as the Cantonese saying goes "don't force the cow to drink. If the pasture is greener on the other side, why not the herds walk a bit further?

cow to drink