The void that I feel when I walk aimless and uninspired, is the same hollow spot that aches when I’m broken.

After waking up from the warm comforts of my hostel room, I took my jacket and wrapped the layers of clothing to break the cold air sipping-in through my pores.

Alighting at the People’s Park station, I had to push my way through a whole stretch of cafe’s barricading the street before I ride the wave of crowd walking along Nanjing Road. Then I walked towards nowhere…

There will be days in the journey of a backpacker when breathtaking structures are just another buildings and maps are just a folded piece of glossy paper.

That was the only time I felt alone, and so loneliness kicked-in. It could be the weather: the freezing air and foggy dusks can make a place appear as if you are looking though a blue stained glass window. No matter where you go across the globe, be it partying in Rio, traversing the Sahara or holidays in Lanzarote shores, when the solo piano start playing in your mind, everything surrounding you will just be cold, damp and bitter.

I walked further, walking past the bund and the never ending flow of people, the flat affect faces of locals and exhilarated tourists are contrasting that it gave the air of psychosis; the bipolarity of modern skyline across the yellow river versus the goth, romance and macabre of the art deco bund is a beautiful aberration of Shanghai’s character.

Then right in the middle of the city I stopped… Looked up… and realized that I was turning myself into someone I am not!

So I breathe in, pumped up my energy, walked faster towards the end of the curb, found a booth and bought a ferry ticket to cross the river.

Right at the foot of the Oriental Pearl Tower, I sat down and lit a stick…

Then I had a realization, more of like an epiphany…

I somewhat figured-out the mystery of my dramatic episode, and it was finally solved…

I underestimated the power of tofu and soya milk shake!

Yes, I just had to fart it all out. Pass the gas, Bottom burp, Funky rollers, Mao’s jet propulsion, One-gun salute, puffing tiger-hidden dragon… FART!


Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. noun When in China, it is very appropriate and timely to use this term to refer to a deadly gas produced by some bean-eating, tofu-munching traveler.

Taxonomy of Fart

Loud and Proud – Indiscrete farting usually characterized by various sounds resembling a trumpet, tuba or breaking object; Perfect for Chinese new year celebration.
The Ninja – These are traitor farts, you will never see it coming; usually of unknown source specially when released in the still of the night inside the dorm.
Wet n’ Wild – In most cases, halted by something that comes out with it.
Quiffles – A pretentious fart; a mini fart that actually comes out from the vajayjay.

So I apologize for this emo post! This too “shall pass!

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  • jade

    October 11, 2011 at 5:50 pm

    Sometimes, just taking a few moments to breathe and reset can make all the difference. I hope you start feeling like yourself again!

  • Emme Rogers

    October 11, 2011 at 6:32 pm

    That certainly was not the ending I was expecting. Thanks for the smile.

    ~ Emme

  • Michael Figueiredo

    October 11, 2011 at 6:41 pm

    Oh my lord. I was really getting into this–your beautiful prose and photographs–until the last paragraph. Very funny! LOL!

  • Jeremy Branham

    October 11, 2011 at 8:40 pm

    Sounds like a bit of a burn out. Happens to everyone. Glad the shake and farts helped! 🙂

  • Roy Rojas

    October 12, 2011 at 3:47 am

    F**king Hilarious!!!

  • Mark Wiens

    October 12, 2011 at 10:50 am

    Haha, that’s great! When I was in China, I too was ripping it up after eating lots and lots of soybeans and vegetables!

  • flip'n travels

    October 12, 2011 at 3:33 pm

    @ jade… thanks. well sometimes it feels healthy whenever i go to the other end of the mood continuum!
    @ Emme… aw, Im glad this post made you smile! 🙂
    @ Michael… thank you. just brave with my temperaments hehehe
    @ Jeremy… yeah, and i tried being honest by sharing it to y’all. thanks man!
    @ Roy… F**king thank you! hahahahhaha
    @ Mark… true! blame the bokchoy and stir fried tofu!

  • ayla

    October 13, 2011 at 6:14 pm

    Akala ko may profound chenes somethings on life, kailangan mo lang pala maglabas ng sama ng loob. High five! Hahaha. Nice photos btw.

  • Stephanie - The Travel Chica

    October 13, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    What a beautiful piece of writing 🙂

  • lakwatsera de primera

    October 14, 2011 at 3:15 am

    I’m grateful for enlightening me about the taxonomy of fart! Kalowka ang wet and wild 🙂

  • Technosyncratic Travel

    October 14, 2011 at 10:11 am

    Whoa, that last paragraph really caught me by surprise! I thought I missed something (is this post really about poo and I didn’t even know it?!?), so I had to go back and read the post again. 😛

  • Lifeisacelebration

    October 14, 2011 at 11:39 am

    Hay naku, Ron. I was there with you…….until the last paragraph! Lol

  • Ed

    October 16, 2011 at 1:08 am

    it’s ok to be dramatic even if you normally talk about it. must be the date eh? an emo moment deserves an emo post. ;p
    despite all the laughs and funny tones, you’re still human after all. belated again Ron! 😀

  • jenjenk

    October 18, 2011 at 10:10 pm

    you forgot the silent & deadly one! 🙂

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