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3 things…

1.

All I needed was a dose of materialism, a good time alone, and my life is back on track. No longer do I feel compelled to question my every move. I’ve finally found back who I am and I’m grateful for that. You’re right K*, my opinions have changed.

2.

Goodbyes are malignant. They beget so much unnecessary miseries. I deplore those words with a passion and I’d rather not face reality. But of course, that choice is not up to me. I will really miss you lot of people and I’ll never forget the fun times we’ve had.

3.

I feel naked, useless and anything but solace. I’ve lost my camera… and the probability of getting it back is still an enigma. But my depravation was only momentary. I’ve found my new toy and have not stopped shooting at every chance. But I do give a moment of silence to that old faithful SP350 as a sign of my gratitude.

I’m in Chicago at the moment and it has already been nearly a month of travelling. Fatigue has yet to take over me. The travel bug is still well and alive!

Freedom!

There is just no other way to describe this, but here it goes:

FREEDOM!! THE SWEET RIVETTING TASTE OF FREEDOM!! NO LONGER DO I HAVE TO CONFINE MYSELF TO THE CONCRETE WALLS OF THAT PEACOCK LOOK-A-LIKE LIBRARY!! I am free to roam as I please.

I’ve never felt such liberation for a while now. It’s as though that ton of bricks has been taken off my chest.

Haha, yeah, L*, you were right. I do give the impression as though I am a martyr the world owes a favour to. Sorry about the confusion. The constant 6 weeks of daily pilgrimages to Robarts library has inevitably dampened my spirits to the point where any miniscule factor not only annoyed me, but had also drove my mind haywire. I lost sight of all positivity and was unduly influenced only be negative factors. As much as I tried to see some kind of light, I couldn’t.

But come Saturday, it all starts.

The BIG trip.

First stop, Vancouver!

Yo-yo

Maybe cultural difference is just to blame, but yet, there are just days when I am tempted to just burst out yelling, “du bist mir ein feiner Freund!” in your face and not ever regret saying that. But no, that would have served no real purpose. Or maybe it’s just your blissful ignorance that has been long trapped by your auspicious social constructions. Or was it miscommunication? Ok, I know for a fact that I do not under any circumstances have the right to judge another’s social upbringing.

And no, I would not say I am disappointed in you, nor do I blame you. The only cathartic way out of this is to only blame myself. I misjudged my own abilities and my expectations were set too high, and thus I plonked myself down the gutter. I’m a pushover, and I forever will be. I’ve been too accustomed to being toyer around like a drivelled yoyo. As much as I’d like to change it, I can’t.

Jack all

There are days when reality means jack.

What’s there is a pre-programmed robot that is able to adapt and react to most societal analogies prescribed. It’s inevitably become a shell built so strong that no nuclear powered spear could penetrate through. Maybe there is the essence of a curmudgeon that defies exposing the inner meats for public or pseudo-private display. Nonetheless, it is half an act.

If you’re that ignorant, so be it. Go ahead and judge a book by its cover.

Wonderful Life

I know it wasn’t the best song ever invented but remember that journey across the West Gate Bridge and out towards woop woop? Yes, what night gluttons…devouring the greasy fries with our legs hung high the dashboard, intently searching for stars through the ‘moon’-roof and giving the evil eyes towards the hobos of the Western suburbs (not exactly something to be proud of I know)…

But here’s to that night!

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Some would regard me as an anal-retentive hygene freak, and some would consider me as the slackest arse on the planet. Some, would also reckon that I'm a psychedellic shopper and politician in the making, but some on the other hand, just know me as an open-minded, easy friend to talk to. But whatever they say, I'd like to think of myself as good ol' me. A guy who loves spontanuity,laughter and some odd sense of sarcasm. A guy who dislikes a lot of stuff - mainly extremist minds and those "in your face" kind of people. Oh, and don't forget raw tomatoes...gotta hate them!! No one, and I mean no one is able to part me from my love, a.k.a. food for they would suffer of an evil, slow and horrific death, namely getting stabbed with a blunt spoon! (Also an embarressing death). Bush week is my theme, and I try my best to uphold to it. So it's always the week of the bush in my point of view.