(If you didn’t realise Brian, that was a sign. Time to wake up boy.)
We live in the mountains of your mind.
Or something to that certain extent. Spent the whole night from 1130 or so till about 6 plus in the morning just as everyone is rested and awake, walking, talking and drawing with Caroline and Yao before heading home. Surprisingly effective, this rather interesting idea of Caroline’s to exchange a word or phrase with a friend to produce something new, which your mindset isn’t really...
Lately I’ve been spelling tumbler as tumblr. I accept that this might be a mild addiction.
I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier.
Lately my boat has been feeling a lot like driftwood without an anchor. I know my destination but I don’t know my direction. Something’s more than missing. Its forgotten.
Sorry but Starbucks coffee isn't the best,...
Back from Vietnam today. Everything was pretty good aside from the food poisoning I got during the last two days of the trip >< I blame it on the weird eel/fish dish. Should have known when I suspected there was something fishy (no pun intended) about it. Photos tomorrow since the RAW files are taking forever to load and I’ve got work tomorrow. I think my D7000’s 39 focus...
What words do you live by?
‘Faith not fear’ and ‘There is no such thing as fate, there is only coincidence.’ The first is just plain faith in God for everything I do (In fact, I even considered getting a small tattoo of those words on my wrists), and the second, as cheesy as it is (coming from a movie), helps me put a lot of things in perspective and reminds me that everything is up to whether...
I finally finished that roll of film from 2 months...
… and got it developed, but won’t have time to scan it and post because I’M GOING TO VIETNAM. Okay its just that I’m pretty excited to have a nice holiday in the midst of my army service (okay its not exactly a holiday because I’m kinda following to help my dad out with my kid bro since he’s the one going there for a swimming competition, but my dad ended up...
This is one of those days where I hope with every single damn cell in my body that I can get out of this place and figure out this strange, strange life. I’m really sick of this country. There’s nowhere here to escape. Dear God, it would be nice if you could tell me where all this is going; the reason for staying here for the next few years, the reason for starting from scratch....