Travel teaches tolerance

i've learnt 2 new words this week. niet and dah. i think it's russian. hahaha

i'm sitting here in my balcony staring at mount kazbegi with someone taking countless selfies on my right, kids screeching in the field in front of me and vacuum cleaning noises on my left. the grills on the balcony doesnt really help cus u dont feel cut off from the world, more like having a cell mate next to you.

suddenly missed my fullerton staycay alot. i think it was the best gift u've given me. =)

"Travel teaches tolerace"

That has been something on my mind recently. i've met terribly aggressive people who sends you weird fb messages and tries to hit on you, but i've also met people who are slightly strange but bothers you with their quirks. they claim they are spiritual, they make aunty jokes about your weight, or they insist that there is only 1 way to fold the sheets and go all "how could you not know cus EVERYBODY does it this way". and yet there are people who will still go hiking with them and still have fun. maybe they dont take everyone seriously. maybe they've met too many shit people to know that as long as u have a good heart, these little quirks doesnt matter. or maybe they're just lonely and need a buddy ie marriage of convenience.

i guess it's difficult to change who i am fundamentally, why suffer with someone whose quirks doesnt bring you joy. and then a few "friends" that u hate spending time with come to mind. but maybe in the working world, these skills would be much valuable. pretending that you like them, being more open minded, talking to people more and making an impression. not being afraid to owe favours like a beer, maybe it does get u somewhere :/

georgia tbilisi

2 days in im starting to get used to the weird and aggressive beggars around. the police presence still bothers me though.

i was pretty surprised tt quite a number of ppl donate to the beggars on the train. they go around screaming and shouting smthing in georgian and then walk through the train and people actually do give them coins. i've been alive for so long and i've barely given to people selling tissue :/ i dont know if this has anything to do with the guide saying that georgian people are a really hospitable bunch of people. but apparently, i've read that, and have the guide encourage us to knock on doors to go in and take photos in people's houses and get to know them. i still find this notion pretty strange.

e weather has been killing me really and going to a sulfur bath barely helps. would prolly try the thai massage tml since it's less than a minute's walk away. the eczema at my pits are killing meeeeeeeeeeee tooooo. 

looking forward to more good food tml =)

diary of a wimpy tummy

my stomach has been churning like a fking machine the whole day. LOL. oh god my life, my health. IT IS GONEEEEEEEEEEEEEe