I think that campfire and barbeque that weekend will be one I can never take my mind off for a long long time. Daniel's house is just phenomenal; its prime location just beside the pond/lake which overlooks the sunset is indescribable. His hospitality was undoubtedly top notch and to top it all off, a night of music with him and I taking turns, in front of family and friends under candlelight. 

An intimate setting, one could not ask for more. 

Of course, who can forget his shy polish nephew, Antyk. 

Travelling again tomorrow night. 

Alas, like all good things, the semester is about to come to an end.

"You haven't lived through a fire. You don't know what happens. Sometimes in a fire the insurance company burns down too. Then what can you do?"

Often we take the words of the wise and try to live by them. Yet the truth is, those are their experiences and not ours, something that we can never know for sure, something that is just not personal enough. For the skeptics, they can never understand those words until it comes to past; for the repressed skeptics, as many of us are, they accept the them but still never truly believe in them. For the ignorant, mostly children, they take it to be the norm, never questioning it once and often are coerced into submission till they grow up to start questioning the authenticity of those words and finally branch off into the other groups. For the believers (sorry for the lack of a better word), they take it on face-value and never once question if those are really words of the wise or the chatter of fools; they may succumb to disbelief occasionally but eventually choose to keep the faith with a tinge of common sense. For the fanatics, there leaves little to be said.

I have much respect for people who believe in things, words that cannot be substantiated at any given point in time. Be it an omnipresent sentient being that is practically non existent or the belief of one's future/accomplishments yet achieved, or the hope in a relationship that can head towards any direction. It is that belief that empowers them, and somehow even if it does not come to past, somehow it feels like it was not just for nothing.


"The only person who didn't say something was Lefty, because in all the confusion he couldn't find his chalkboard."

Its funny how the speech is faster than thought. We are all eager to say something but when you think it through, there was no need for it. We all need a chalkboard; maybe when we struggle to find it, we will realize there was no need for it in the first place. Yes, silence can be engaging too; just look and listen.

I really wonder when I have the time to ever to do this again. Lie in a hammock, book in hand, sunset just over the mountains, without a care in the world. But then, why think about the future when you can enjoy it now. Watched the speech that everyone is talking about yesterday night.

The impact is what others frame for you and the world after it happens. The present is only what you're experiencing and focused on right no. You cannot draw that path looking forward. You cannot draw any of your paths looking forward.

Cheers Darlin'

On this mission to finish all the books from which the movies i've watched are based on, I am more than convinced that one should watch the movie before watching the show, because the experience is enhanced that way rather than the other way around. Then again, with that, you lose the chance to build up the characters in your head which is half the fun of reading lost.


Being alone this long, there is far too much time to think. The problem with that is your mind wanders in all directions, sometimes to places you do not wish to go to. Yet again, you know somewhere inside these thoughts have been there all along. Much like a hairball slowly growing and catching everything in its way. At random, it releases itself unleashing a rush, flooding your system in massive amounts. As with all things, change occurs. It never struck me till that day on the train as I took my earphones in hand, plugged it into my ears by habit; as the organ played the introduction to marching bands of manhatten, I realized I stopped thinking.

I just, let it go.

No, it was not drowning out the lesser of the two voices, but more like filling the void that it somehow created.

So peaceful.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that's not all. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things ... and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it. It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

Get trippin'