in the land of borat: adventure log day 1

sheesh. i got lost! hehe. i managed to take some pictures while walking, but there's not much to see so far. i'll post the pictures after this blog post. so far, the weather is still bearable. it's not that cold and a simple jacket will suffice. i'm still hungry. i still haven't eaten yet. i did find the grocery so i've bought:

2 liters of water

4 Rolls of Tissue Paper

1 Fabric Softener

all those items costs 659 KZ Tenge (approx. 7 USD). wow. i haven't finished my day yet and i've already spent almost a hundred dollars (including the taxi fare). i wonder what will happen to me here... 

in the land of borat

Hellooooooo Borat!!!! 

4:00 A.M.: i just arrived here in Kazakhstan and the first thing i asked myself was, are they Mongolians? most of the people i've seen so far looks like Mongolian - even the taxi driver who drove me to the flat i'll be staying with. that friggin' taxi driver! i was told to pay only 4000 KZ Tenge but that friggin' taxi driver keeps asking for 5500 KZ Tenge (approx. 45 USD). i was just too tired to argue so i just gave him what he wants, luckily there's a reciept so i can claim it. *grins*

5:00 A.M.: i arrived at the flat that i'll be staying for a couple of weeks. it's a little bit scary! actually, the flat itself is nice, but the building is old. and there's no light outside the building, not even in the stairs going to the flat - heck. i'm on the 5th floor! the neighborhood looks a bit rundown and it's too quiet. i felt like i was in a survival / horror movie when i was going up the stairs. it was too dark... 

6:00 A.M.: internet! bwahahaha. unlimited internet baby!!!! but .... i thirst and i hunger!!! it's still too dark ouside. i wonder what time the sun rises here in KZ? i want too look for food. looking at the bright side, i've found a new friend - pesky. he's a mosquito who's having a feast from my blood, atleast one of us is full. and now he's dead. yeah. i killed him *evil laugh*

6:30 A.M. : i'm really hungry and thirsty. i guess it's time for me to have an adventure.... grocery, got to find a grocery .....

global warming

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yawn

it's 10:08 p.m. here in bratislava, slovakia. it's weird. i'm not yet in the mood for sleep nor am i sleepy at all. usually by this time, i'm already snoring in my bed. must be the one (1) liter coke i drank.

yes, one liter. sheesh. i'm getting fat and i'm still too lazy to do anything about it. i ask myself now, what happened to your ritual exercise jay? anyways ... since, i'm not yet snoring, might as well post a new blog - so i thought... so ... what to write? i really don't know. i was thinking of reviving my bloggernovela but i just don't know how. i'll think about it some other time - when i'm not too lazy that is. finally! after a long time staring at my pc, the urge to sleep is finally there. a good time as well, i don't know what else to put in this post. i don't even know how to end


zzzzZZZZZzzz

more than a love song by augustana

What can I say amidst your eyes? Nothing more.
What can a love song provide? Nothing more.
Words are a lovely try for something more.
And I want to give to you, give to you

more than a love song can give,
more than a feeling like this,
more than a dim light upon the path you walk,
more than my words can explain,
more than the falling rain,
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face;
it’s more than a love song.

And I found a way you call to me. You show me where,
you show me where I used to be. You bring me there.
And this is the life to seek: something more.
And I want to give to you, give to you

more than a love song can give,
more than a feeling like this,
more than a dim light upon the path you walk,
more than my words can explain,
more than the falling rain,
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face.

That look upon your face, it’s beauty to me.
That look upon, it’s beauty to me,
and it’s beauty to me,
and it’s beauty to me,
to me, to me, to me, to me, yeah.

More than a love song can give,
more than a feeling like this,
more than a dim light upon the path you walk.
More than my words can explain,
more than the falling rain,
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face;
it’s more than a love song.

It’s more than a love song.
It’s more than a love song.
It’s more than a love song.
It’s more than love.