Continued reading a book titled A Fortune-Teller Told Me by Tiziano Terzani (he's Italian). Its about his travels and adventures in the Far East (i got my own adventures at far east plaza... :D) he was in hong kong when a fortune teller told him not to fly at all for the year 1993. on dec 31 1992 he made the decison to heed the teller's advice. and that changed his life completely.

some of his writings which i liked is, and i quote " Distances became real again, and i reacquired the taste of discovery and adventure.

Suddenly, no longer able to rush off to an airport, pay by credit card and be swept off in a flash to literally anywhere, i was obliged once again to see the world as a complex network of countries divided by rivers and seas that required crossing and by frontiers that invariably spelt "visa" ........

and this one too..."Nowadays airports have a false allure of advertisements - islands of relative perfection even amid the wrekage of the countries in which they are situated. They all look alike, all speak the same international language, that makes you feel you have come home."

his adventures is slanted more towards beliefs, superstition, customs.

i went once to jogjakarta (hope the spelling is right) and went to this temple called Borubudur. while on the bus i saw a glimpse of the temple..... it looked perfect in shape....it is so symetrical and balance that you wonder how people in those times managed to build it. once we were there, the guide explained that myth has it that demons were summoned to build the temple, overnight. i believed that some external forces build it, not humans. i'm in indonesia...a land wrapped in mystery...and there are some weird stories that happened right at the hotel where we stayed!

it's a great book to read when you're feeling introspective and it made me think about my customs and traditions.

i hope in the near future someone would bump into me on the streets and say...."yes..yes...you. you are the chosen one. master..master." nah!