Bread and Cakes and Cookies  

Posted by Oren


I can only have gluten free food.


It has to do with a medical condition I got.


I'm used to it, and went through the rebellious part where I ate what I shouldn't and tested my limits.


Now the limits are well defined.


My stomach is sensitive even to milk at large quantities. there are better days and not so great days.


It's a pain to have to keep baking your own bread, and not being able to buy bread at the supermarket. Not to mention checking every thing you eat to see if it contains wheat and such.


You get used to it, but it doesn't mean you like it. I don't.


Here in Singapore, it's double-trouble. It seems that the awareness to Coeliacs (people with my condition) is very very low. That means I have to be extra careful, and even so, I am never completely sure my diet is strictly kept.


With not enough time (or will) to prepare every bit of food I ingest, there is no sure way here to abide my diet.


Back in Israel, the law marks food as having gluten in it. It's a big boon. Didn't quite understood it till now.


Now I know.

First post on the go  

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First time posting from my phone, so it's going slower, and maybe without pictures.
So, some time has passed since my last post.
Can't even remember what I wrote.. In any case, things are same same. Still in Singapore, got back to my previous job, living from weekend to weekend, dreaming of more.
Lately I've been giving some thought to career change. On top of starting a sort of online business, I've been looking into an old dream of mine, to become a pilot.
Not a cheap affair, but it never was.
When I think about it, aside from being an old dream, its also back to thrill chasing for me, as I find my life more boring than I intended.
Wish me luck!

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Post flight, with Redbull  

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Back at Singapore, after an accumulated 16 hours flights (going to Europe from Israel, then doubling back to Singapore). Can't say it's a great experience..
And I love flights!
Maybe I'm growing softer as the time goes by. More spoiled? I don't know.
I still dream of going on long hikes, even if it means 20 hours on a plane and more than that on a bus.
Always loved good hotels, but my trips are more urban these days. I take responsibility though: it's up to me to plan a more adventurous, rural trip.
I feel like I let myself grow slack. not challenging my body, and not challenging my mind and soul.
Best way to deal with it is to set a plan and go with it.
Wish me luck!

Tsunami and how it looks  

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The next four photos are of Sendai Airport, about 300 kilometers from Tokyo:


 

Bad Stomach  

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Lately my stomach has been acting up again.

It's not out of the usual, but there are periods of time that are worse than others, and it is quite unpleasant.

When your body starts acting up, even doctors don't always have much to do. For me, doctors seems more and more as blind men feeling their way around. They know where some of the furniture items are located in the room, but more than a little, they smash their toes against different corners.

After trying western medicine, I went to TCM. To be honest, I did not stick with it for long, but as far as I did - it didn't do much help.

Now the next step is a detoxification diet followed by food additives. Woo Hoo.

Diets are more difficult for me, as I am already on a constant one. So any more restrictions, just makes me pissed.

But my stomach might win this argument. It's still better to feel good than to eat good.

I'll wait and see.

Depressions  

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They come to me sometimes unexpectedly,  or sometimes triggered or enhanced by an argument or a fight.


Now it's the holidays for the most part. It drops on me like a heavy cloth of thick fabric. Heavy feeling in my chest, smile wiped from my face, feeling like you want to cry, just on the verge of crying.


Some sounds are made sharper, some are swallowed into the background.


All I want is to go home and crawl under a blanket to shut the world away. And I cannot. Life goes on. Work goes on. Got to eat, got to pay expenses. Got to live. Dying is not an option.

Top of the World  

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Got me a new job. Sitting at the 26th floor of a building.

It's the first time I worked at a place that's so high. Nor always dressed in a suit (minus a jacket)

I take it as an experience. They say clothes make the person, or the other way around?

But it does feel different being well dressed for work. I'm not sure whether its due to feeling snazzy, or to something else.. time will tell.

Is this existence all there is, or is there more?