Shanghai: Day One

Date: 22/12/13
Current Time: 11:33pm

The reason why I'm putting this down is because of the fact that I won't be able to post as and when I like, seeing how I'm relying on free wifi here. Plus, china doesn't allow for blogger so I won't be able to post anything till I get back.

Anyway, we've made it to shanghai! The flight was pretty uneventful and we touched down around 4am - you can imagine that the first thing we did was check in to the hotel and SLEEP.

The hotel's called Seventh Heaven, which personally reminds me a bit of that "Seven Minutes in Heaven" game. A kissing game... I wonder what it'd be like to play it hurhurhur.

Anyway. It's freezing here (a lady told us that it's about 8-9 degrees Celsius today), though I have to admit that after the initial shock (my body had to adjust from Singapore's heat to BOOMCOLDMUTHAFUCKA, something my nose wasn't too happy about) it's pretty bearable, even fun as long as the wind doesn't blow too hard..! It's funny because I like the cold, but my hands can't take low temperatures and freeze way too fast for my liking.

I'd like to get some good gloves, but I'm not too fond of them to begin with and the sad truth is that they're kind of useless since my hands still freeze up anyway.

Well enough griping about the cold - I'm enjoying myself here! It's a good escape from the heat back at home (though I'm going to start missing it pretty soon, I think), and it's always nice to be in a foreign country. There's that feeling that anything could happen, like some sort of magic in the air.

Shanghai hasn't changed too much from how I last remember it, actually. The landmarks are still here (more or less) and the culture hasn't changed either. The street food is still the same, and the people too.

I'm not too sure what else I can say for now, actually - it's only the first day here so there's nothing much to say. None of that "I did this and that and that too" because I really don't like to do that, and well, I'm just tired for now. 

I'm going to sign off now, but before that a thought that always creeps into my mind when I go overseas:

In a way, going to a foreign country makes me happy because of all the possibilities that could happen, but it's the same fact that leaves me feeling extremely lonely sometimes.

Anything and everything can happen when you go to a foreign country, but how can you be so sure that what you think can happen will happen to you?

This is what I think about every time, and it's this thought that leaves me feeling happy and yet devastated at the same time. All that I think can happen, all that I wish will happen... How can I even be sure it's going to happen to me?

All I can do is keep hoping, right?

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