It is somewhat entertaining upon every mention of such phrase, since he actually mean to say 'Excuse me'. Language barrier did not hinder his every sense of awkward charm.
The boating or old cruise ship experience was super. A night well spent though I jumped into the sheet tad early due to the fact that none of the members were close enough to enjoy a stupid conversation with me.
There are more than 100 small islands in the Ha Long Bay and our ship stationed itself in the middle of a fantastic view, with other ships surrounding ours. Reminiscing the old war films I have enjoyed as a child.
I could not help myself in setting aside the idea of actually having a proper company on board, would make it better. Lounging on the deck with thoughts of conquering the whole ship with faces and voices I could place, brought me a motion of joy that never exists.
Activities swirled along my cup of tea, which forced my muscles to smile their way to visions.
Unfortunately,
The boys had to gave up our fifth spot when I was unable to cheer for them. Nonetheless, I put on the Red shirt with the Irish Happy Buddha spotting my bravery. As he put it, ABU lads, Anything But United.
With all these to be put behind, I have to endorse the idea that I might have to marry a local since more than three of them have splurged me with brilliant remarks. And it is the only place in the world (where I have set foot on) with eyes smiling back at me, and clinging on the side of the wall to watch me. A bit creepy, but if I ever wish to marry, it is either this or the mad Russian boy who scares me even further.
Fuck it, I will stick to an adopted child in a cave with a cable telly.
Vietnam. The First Sight
I don't usually go around Asia for my eyes to explore. With this trip as a gift from mother, I could finally search for another piece of Asia.
The wonderful thing about Asian Region is, the multiple existence of diverse aesthetics. Each country provides you with a touch of wonder.
Getting my feet on the country is a pleasant experience, as the weather is as appealing as the pictures revealed to us beforehand. The funny thing is, my mother seems to believed the Vietnamese finds me different, hence the constant glare and funky smiles.
The first thing that grabbed my attention is the buildings. I have no clue on whether we are situated in the city, since everything looks the same. The buildings are relatively thin, as in super slim. It can be said to be the size of a standard house room. Though they multiplies the comfort by having it 3-4 stories height. Not to mention a dash of vibrant colours illuminating the immense surrounding.
Traffic here is as it is in India. Where the rude sounds and confusing turns trouble the mind of a fresh feet.
I can't really say much as I haven't move forward with the dating activities with this country. However, from the little bargain, it is an amazing few hours in Hanoi.
To the awesome looking cruise ship!
The wonderful thing about Asian Region is, the multiple existence of diverse aesthetics. Each country provides you with a touch of wonder.
Getting my feet on the country is a pleasant experience, as the weather is as appealing as the pictures revealed to us beforehand. The funny thing is, my mother seems to believed the Vietnamese finds me different, hence the constant glare and funky smiles.
The first thing that grabbed my attention is the buildings. I have no clue on whether we are situated in the city, since everything looks the same. The buildings are relatively thin, as in super slim. It can be said to be the size of a standard house room. Though they multiplies the comfort by having it 3-4 stories height. Not to mention a dash of vibrant colours illuminating the immense surrounding.
Traffic here is as it is in India. Where the rude sounds and confusing turns trouble the mind of a fresh feet.
I can't really say much as I haven't move forward with the dating activities with this country. However, from the little bargain, it is an amazing few hours in Hanoi.
To the awesome looking cruise ship!
Not going out
For the past year, I have been living like almost any other child my age.
It does hit me, that I am not, and never will be in the same position as my peers. I do apologize to friends of mine who constantly forced to deal with my deficiency.
I have never enjoyed going out, ever since I was younger. It annoys the shit out of me, and bothers me unconditionally. Though by living with mates, I do try to compensate my being by joining their activities. For a normal scoundrel, it is a fun filled moment. Given that the meaning of fun is as I had assumed, I am your abnormal youth-y scoundrel.
The youth is essentially a corrupt circle of fun people. They are well guarded by the needs and live life to the fullest.
And I, a sad lonely git (as taken by others) will save my money from the awful tradition of fun, for my history log.
10 years for now, I will miss a heap of shit movies. And there will be no regret. Though it is quite impossible as we are flawed constituted parts and we will regret any dust in our eyes.
Hence, lets not give a fuck about anything you do not wish to be associated with.
And much apologies dear friends, I like foods and animals. And you :)
It does hit me, that I am not, and never will be in the same position as my peers. I do apologize to friends of mine who constantly forced to deal with my deficiency.
I have never enjoyed going out, ever since I was younger. It annoys the shit out of me, and bothers me unconditionally. Though by living with mates, I do try to compensate my being by joining their activities. For a normal scoundrel, it is a fun filled moment. Given that the meaning of fun is as I had assumed, I am your abnormal youth-y scoundrel.
The youth is essentially a corrupt circle of fun people. They are well guarded by the needs and live life to the fullest.
And I, a sad lonely git (as taken by others) will save my money from the awful tradition of fun, for my history log.
10 years for now, I will miss a heap of shit movies. And there will be no regret. Though it is quite impossible as we are flawed constituted parts and we will regret any dust in our eyes.
Hence, lets not give a fuck about anything you do not wish to be associated with.
And much apologies dear friends, I like foods and animals. And you :)
E
For I have too long forgotten how your breath feels on my skin
Though we never quite share any moments
of the lines that would under expectation
be trace and count upon
Failure of circumstances
bring mine against yours
with forever it being written
How I ponder on this very triviality
With wary foaming in laughters
hiding the senses and feelings
for pride and unhinging ties
Vicious pretense to awe
calamity of the storm
If they would let me hear you breathe once more
There would be no words for you to hope for
Though we never quite share any moments
of the lines that would under expectation
be trace and count upon
Failure of circumstances
bring mine against yours
with forever it being written
How I ponder on this very triviality
With wary foaming in laughters
hiding the senses and feelings
for pride and unhinging ties
Vicious pretense to awe
calamity of the storm
If they would let me hear you breathe once more
There would be no words for you to hope for
To Abandon The One
A couple of days and I would no longer be a child. At least by the looks of my age. I do not quite understand the notion of a celebration of a birthday. Cakes and present are not necessarily my cup of tea when being reminded that I am no longer a 10 years old.
Which takes me back 10 years ago.
I was the kind of child no one really bothered in having, since I look more like a son than a daughter. At such age I was propelled into a life where a normal year of enjoyment was snatched away from me. I never had the life as a Grade 4 student and I never understand any of the things learned at such stage. The period was excruciating for me to endure but it did provide me with a sustainable form.
If I had never listen to mother in time-traveling a year forward, I would probably be one of the girl who is too bored to do anything.
Evidently, the realization hit me several years later, which indicated how much my mind had stopped babying around. I understand how much matters been absorbed by leaving those 365 days of a normal 10 years old. Without the abandonment, I might never meet any of the people I now enjoy (or hate) being with.
If there is one thing I would be unhappy of, with the 20 approaching me is that, I will no longer carry the one in front with happiness. Cause' I am now a two in life.
A two in one life. A two in a choice. A two in a vision. A two in a memory.
Yes, the two is never a good sign, which is why there is such thing as a skimming heart.
Which takes me back 10 years ago.
I was the kind of child no one really bothered in having, since I look more like a son than a daughter. At such age I was propelled into a life where a normal year of enjoyment was snatched away from me. I never had the life as a Grade 4 student and I never understand any of the things learned at such stage. The period was excruciating for me to endure but it did provide me with a sustainable form.
If I had never listen to mother in time-traveling a year forward, I would probably be one of the girl who is too bored to do anything.
Evidently, the realization hit me several years later, which indicated how much my mind had stopped babying around. I understand how much matters been absorbed by leaving those 365 days of a normal 10 years old. Without the abandonment, I might never meet any of the people I now enjoy (or hate) being with.
If there is one thing I would be unhappy of, with the 20 approaching me is that, I will no longer carry the one in front with happiness. Cause' I am now a two in life.
A two in one life. A two in a choice. A two in a vision. A two in a memory.
Yes, the two is never a good sign, which is why there is such thing as a skimming heart.
Blazin Chavs
Reminiscing the days when Chavs were quite of a celebration. Had a laugh with a friend on how un-cool the lads were. I believe people by now should know to not trust kids who pretend to be rapping around while hanging out in an unfinished road.
There is one brilliant youtube commenter saying 'I bet they're working in Tesco now'. It is a bit insensitive to degrade Chavs, but it is a spot on observation on kids who does nothing better than form a giant group of un-funny boys.
The sad thing is, Martin Kelly could very well be one of these lads, from the view of the dodgy pictures posted. Regardless, he is still a talented young gun, not matter how much of a chav he may seem.
What a sad world we are living in today.
Hillsborough: 96
Growing up as a child supporting Liverpool FC, I was always quite aware of the tragedy that rendered 15th of April as date unlike any other.
Despite the sense of knowing an inch of such history, I was not in any shape to understand the situation when it happened, as I was not even born. Hence, no feelings ever developed or evaluated on the matter. However, as I entered Law School, I got the chance to understand the cases involving the Hillsborough Disaster, seeding greater effects in me. Reading the lines as I had placed myself as a spectator of the disaster itself apprehend my thoughts on how those involved would have felt.
A tremendous wave shook me and propel me into a realisation that it is more than a remembrance of those who never got the chance to return, but it is a catch on a band that pull those involved and the fans through the painful memory, cementing a recognition on how those lives shall never be forgotten.
To witnessed the aching minutes that took the lives away cannot be compared to anything remotely akin.
However, this had staple an image of football as a great sporting event. Since the tragedy, the 96 lives had been showered with tears and thought within and outside of The Reds circle. It had extended further into the football minds and hearts.
To know how one agonizing event consolidate the different crests and chants made it even more significant.
Words cannot be put together to express my thoughts and feelings on this particular matter. With this, my heavy heart goes to those who had been carrying the tears all the while.
"People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long." - Rafa Benitez
The Case with Women
I know by right this should not be subjected for others to ridicule, but it is too much for any sane person to keep.
Apparently the idea attained by Facebook users in showing the public 'female power' is by doing this. It is done in supporting Breast Cancer Awareness. The relevance to it is quite of a perplex idea for me to grasp.
The idea is, girls are invited in conducting this massive idiocracy to confuse men. I do hope they are not serious in this business because men would not be near the applause machine, instead they might laugh their arse off for the women's shallow thoughts.
To show support for BCA would be more than attempts to look cool and 'confuse' men, and be on the telly for it.
Posting random colours indicating your bra and random fruits to mark your status will be, in no way relevant to others' fight against Breast Cancer.
Hence, feminists should re-think on their whole purpose of being idiots. Pankhurst and de Beauvoir did not fight for this.
Can(not) Die
If you could peek inside my rash covered skin, you'd realized how the disappointment creeps in it. Especially when your mate would go on about how their part was an awesome lot.
Believing a good week would come after a horrendous one was a perfect mistake.
At the very least I could still go home to my chair, my drinks, and my eyes.
Believing a good week would come after a horrendous one was a perfect mistake.
At the very least I could still go home to my chair, my drinks, and my eyes.
À Bout de Souffle
I may not be an avid film person, but I do know how to appreciate few good ones.
It may be accurate to admit that I have only watched close to 30 films in my life as a soon-to-be 20 year old. Truth to be told, I hate watching films, especially those of current era. It is all of the same shared roots, and the result is nothing but a thought to be dispense with upon leaving your seat. Or at least that is of my routine.
In spite of the obsession of showing my utter disgust on films, I do enjoy old films. May it be English, French, or any other foreign languages, they are quite an intriguing 60 plus minutes of sheer incomprehension. Only because of the difference of cultures prescribed in each films.
Nonetheless, I do cherish the hours spent watching the ones that captivated my attention. So thank you the people who may not be in current existence for giving me the pleasure of bewilderment under your spells.
And thank you mistakes as to introduce me to the films. You may be a bitch in life, but you helped me in finding random stuff.
We've all gone mad
I will never understand the world's idea in gathering few fancy looking boys and make them sing lines of nonsensical shits. It might have worked a decade ago, but now, people, well people still love those.
There are so many bad lines in songs these days. Yet, nobody bothers in making it stop.
Terrible.
BB
I'll erase my feelings if you trace back your words.
Lose them while you spoil my beings.
Fuck my smiles and abandon my thoughts on you.
Until then, don't use your lies against me.
You little scum. Lying through your teeth. Proving how hard you are as a horrid girl. Not even a lady. Black soul and empty hard. You mock my ties with God, and I'll show you God.
All the cusses mean nothing. Bitch.
Lose them while you spoil my beings.
Fuck my smiles and abandon my thoughts on you.
Until then, don't use your lies against me.
You little scum. Lying through your teeth. Proving how hard you are as a horrid girl. Not even a lady. Black soul and empty hard. You mock my ties with God, and I'll show you God.
All the cusses mean nothing. Bitch.
All
There is a better echo on the side of your window.
Persistent clamours absorbing sky.
Moving as the blues would.
There is more than one watching your glass shield.
Holding out for a touch.
Whispering word under the lights.
There is more than could acquire.
From letters and synchronized hymns.
There are words and feelings.
Though they never reach me.
.......................
We dream of dreams to stray away from sorrow. But most of the time we forget how the trap tricks us into it.
Mother is all in joy after the big sleep. And my Uncle (make it two of them), grant a permission for me to stay with them for summer. I have the internship as an excuse to get away from people I know off. Except that would not work since I still have acquaintances there. Hence, the extreme frugal in me has to be put to use because tickets will never fall from mother skies.
Though we have reached an agreement, by the time I turn 21, A match and a trip should be enjoyed for I to show how I am no longer 12. Despite the constant effect delivered by the people who still think I am 12.
Fuck it, I would be 20 this year and no one see the maturity on the exterior part of me. And I have never watch a live footy match. Except if you consider jumping for a sight behind the rubbish an experience.
Must.force.to.save.
Persistent clamours absorbing sky.
Moving as the blues would.
There is more than one watching your glass shield.
Holding out for a touch.
Whispering word under the lights.
There is more than could acquire.
From letters and synchronized hymns.
There are words and feelings.
Though they never reach me.
.......................
We dream of dreams to stray away from sorrow. But most of the time we forget how the trap tricks us into it.
Mother is all in joy after the big sleep. And my Uncle (make it two of them), grant a permission for me to stay with them for summer. I have the internship as an excuse to get away from people I know off. Except that would not work since I still have acquaintances there. Hence, the extreme frugal in me has to be put to use because tickets will never fall from mother skies.
Though we have reached an agreement, by the time I turn 21, A match and a trip should be enjoyed for I to show how I am no longer 12. Despite the constant effect delivered by the people who still think I am 12.
Fuck it, I would be 20 this year and no one see the maturity on the exterior part of me. And I have never watch a live footy match. Except if you consider jumping for a sight behind the rubbish an experience.
Must.force.to.save.
D
Nothing could come about
unhinging this stroke of lines
Putting spaces together
connecting its' parts
Nothing could hold this
further than the wind travels
Chasing silhouettes of known
forgettable smiles
.....................
The Biting Point is on now and I am not even there. While my mum pretends to enjoy the theatre, I get to sulk for the amount of work being dumped on us children.
Damn higher learning institution. No one gives a fuck about Land Law when it's too difficult to get by its' words.
unhinging this stroke of lines
Putting spaces together
connecting its' parts
Nothing could hold this
further than the wind travels
Chasing silhouettes of known
forgettable smiles
.....................
The Biting Point is on now and I am not even there. While my mum pretends to enjoy the theatre, I get to sulk for the amount of work being dumped on us children.
Damn higher learning institution. No one gives a fuck about Land Law when it's too difficult to get by its' words.
C
I like how you enjoy watching me asleep
As if dreaming of silence in the skies
and to pretend my sealed lips
could never release itself for words
To put me where you want me to be
would be under your fizzled dreams
With shattered mirrors around your skin
ripple on the thought of me.
You endow me for your eyes
Gazing and feeding every half tears
I could afflict my senses
Though I could never stop you from filling me
As if dreaming of silence in the skies
and to pretend my sealed lips
could never release itself for words
To put me where you want me to be
would be under your fizzled dreams
With shattered mirrors around your skin
ripple on the thought of me.
You endow me for your eyes
Gazing and feeding every half tears
I could afflict my senses
Though I could never stop you from filling me
Lovely Dapper Uncle
As my mother and I watch the old CD's we have on my uncle, who is her good friend, I couldn't help myself from feeling nostalgic and blue. We've miss him to the point where we would recall the things he does when we're together.
For instance;
- The constant 'Look!' moments he does just to show and explain the types of plane flying over the sky at the moment.
- The look he gives whenever he's anticipating your unfinished food.
- The weekend spend outside the plane runways.
- Random birds' names being uttered and explained.
- Awesome unity between us two and my mother on, practically anything.
- Letters, magazines and cards as an apology for missing special days.
and the endless moments we'd collect for us to smile upon.
It's terrible the fact that I'm making it sounds like he's dead when he's only trapped in a marriage to a horrible woman.
I just hope we could be rolling around again.
The same way I wish I could be with the thousand you's in my life.
For instance;
- The constant 'Look!' moments he does just to show and explain the types of plane flying over the sky at the moment.
- The look he gives whenever he's anticipating your unfinished food.
- The weekend spend outside the plane runways.
- Random birds' names being uttered and explained.
- Awesome unity between us two and my mother on, practically anything.
- Letters, magazines and cards as an apology for missing special days.
and the endless moments we'd collect for us to smile upon.
It's terrible the fact that I'm making it sounds like he's dead when he's only trapped in a marriage to a horrible woman.
I just hope we could be rolling around again.
The same way I wish I could be with the thousand you's in my life.
Proper Words
Lurking on other clubs boards have been fun. Especially when I get to cement my opinion that (most) United fans are terribly rude. It's almost like the moment they pledge to support United, they immediately throw their manners out of the window.
I know we haven't really won much but at least we would never go around claiming our keeper is a world class keeper, eventhough Reina is one of the few. Van De Saar is, statistically a shit one. Hence, it's high time United fans keep their mouth shut as nothing good ever comes out from there.
As much as I hate United, I do admit they're a solid team and is a fantastic rival. It would be good if they would acknowledge the same, seeing how that Scummy Scot keeps on bashing us and how they would win more EPL's than us. If you don't give a fuck, you'd say less.
I know we haven't really won much but at least we would never go around claiming our keeper is a world class keeper, eventhough Reina is one of the few. Van De Saar is, statistically a shit one. Hence, it's high time United fans keep their mouth shut as nothing good ever comes out from there.
As much as I hate United, I do admit they're a solid team and is a fantastic rival. It would be good if they would acknowledge the same, seeing how that Scummy Scot keeps on bashing us and how they would win more EPL's than us. If you don't give a fuck, you'd say less.
Of course I can Bagpipe
Cause' my Uncle is a Scot...
I love the Richmond boys because of this. I can say anything and they'll accept the argument. I have no Scots blood at all so it's a flat out shit words.
Which made me miss them even more.
The Uncle probably has no longer stays in Richmond, the boys would relocate for Uni, Hanna keeps on moving, and I have forgotten how they smell.
Peeps, my mother will be in London in few weeks so I'll pass my sweaty shirt so you can smell the grown me.
I must collect myself and push for the end of longing.
I love the Richmond boys because of this. I can say anything and they'll accept the argument. I have no Scots blood at all so it's a flat out shit words.
Which made me miss them even more.
The Uncle probably has no longer stays in Richmond, the boys would relocate for Uni, Hanna keeps on moving, and I have forgotten how they smell.
Peeps, my mother will be in London in few weeks so I'll pass my sweaty shirt so you can smell the grown me.
I must collect myself and push for the end of longing.
B
Far beyond belief I'd scour
to fold your fingers in.
Man's loyalties I'd keep.
for them to run free.
Though sunshine,
I'm always dreaming.
of foreseen pictures and Roman speech.
But for the longing skies.
Must I ever forgive
the grief inside of me.
Must I ever forget
the one in me.
I'd dream an endless dream.
and I'll keep it in me.
to fold your fingers in.
Man's loyalties I'd keep.
for them to run free.
Though sunshine,
I'm always dreaming.
of foreseen pictures and Roman speech.
But for the longing skies.
Must I ever forgive
the grief inside of me.
Must I ever forget
the one in me.
I'd dream an endless dream.
and I'll keep it in me.
Torres
People are clogging up football forums since the news comes about.
Truth is, I would rather see a player leaves a club then playing with folded arse. It would be a huge blow if he does jump to Chelsea, considering the whole 'moral' story he made when he just joined Liverpool.
I couldn't see myself going mental on this as we have all accepted the fact that football no longer centres upon the sport itself. Money lingers all over and it does catches the players minds.
This news only brings about my disappointment towards him as a person due to the statement he made, not because he's thinking of going to a shit club. Meh, I can see him shitting on himself if he ever follows his ego, just like Owen, Alonso, etc.
Hence, he should listen to this four years old, or just recall his former self, or have the fans beat him up to get him to his senses.
Truth is, I would rather see a player leaves a club then playing with folded arse. It would be a huge blow if he does jump to Chelsea, considering the whole 'moral' story he made when he just joined Liverpool.
I couldn't see myself going mental on this as we have all accepted the fact that football no longer centres upon the sport itself. Money lingers all over and it does catches the players minds.
This news only brings about my disappointment towards him as a person due to the statement he made, not because he's thinking of going to a shit club. Meh, I can see him shitting on himself if he ever follows his ego, just like Owen, Alonso, etc.
Hence, he should listen to this four years old, or just recall his former self, or have the fans beat him up to get him to his senses.
A
I guess you weren't as ghostly as I thought you'd be.
Because I haven't seen your eyes wandering around.
Or perhaps it was just the mist.
Clogging my intercepting mind.
I guess you weren't as close as you seem to be.
For minutes and years,
Your breaths were calculating its' speed.
Mocking my sanity.
Maybe I was deceived by the linen skies.
To believe everything inside my mind.
Because I haven't seen your eyes wandering around.
Or perhaps it was just the mist.
Clogging my intercepting mind.
I guess you weren't as close as you seem to be.
For minutes and years,
Your breaths were calculating its' speed.
Mocking my sanity.
Maybe I was deceived by the linen skies.
To believe everything inside my mind.
Siddhartha
" Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun's melting rays...... He had begun to fell that the love of his father and mother, and also the love of his friend, would not always make him happy, give him pease, satisfy and suffice him........ the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still. "
: Siddhartha
After much infusion of my thoughts and eyes on Siddhatha, I realized how it is pertinent and relevant to our lives. Maybe to a fraction of humanity.
People often seed the idea in us, that love is the only thing that matter. For worse, for poorer, in sickness, so long love stands by us, nothing could ingest our beings. It is undeniably the most ludicrous idea as the minute we are on our feet, there is a passage illuminating our project in life. Our own ideology and our mission.
Some lives to be rich while others live to go mental. No one really live just to have love.
Love has no correlation to the constant thirst that pulls us away from the path. Love plays no part in the sacrificial bath. Love could never be the reason we keep on chasing after the unknown.
Perhaps, love is everything, and I am just in denial as I am the rat in the trench.
: Siddhartha
After much infusion of my thoughts and eyes on Siddhatha, I realized how it is pertinent and relevant to our lives. Maybe to a fraction of humanity.
People often seed the idea in us, that love is the only thing that matter. For worse, for poorer, in sickness, so long love stands by us, nothing could ingest our beings. It is undeniably the most ludicrous idea as the minute we are on our feet, there is a passage illuminating our project in life. Our own ideology and our mission.
Some lives to be rich while others live to go mental. No one really live just to have love.
Love has no correlation to the constant thirst that pulls us away from the path. Love plays no part in the sacrificial bath. Love could never be the reason we keep on chasing after the unknown.
Perhaps, love is everything, and I am just in denial as I am the rat in the trench.
1111
Knowing you was a chant of desire. To fall for your plastic charm. And calculated eloquence. Severe excavation on the lines. As you painted me a false pretense. To swallow your very tounge.
I had walked in your shelves. Before I could be you. I must free my soul. My one true joy. The real solid rope holding me.
I must be in your transient form. For the crowd of hope.
Deceptions and mind activation.
Should I ever see your reflection. I shall curse and bury it.
You were the air chasing me away. You were the praise of mass pretenders. You were the love for every fortune.
But you were never real. And never could be.
I had walked in your shelves. Before I could be you. I must free my soul. My one true joy. The real solid rope holding me.
I must be in your transient form. For the crowd of hope.
Deceptions and mind activation.
Should I ever see your reflection. I shall curse and bury it.
You were the air chasing me away. You were the praise of mass pretenders. You were the love for every fortune.
But you were never real. And never could be.
Blue Turbulence
San Jose - San Fran - Mountain View/Gilroy - Napa - Death Valley - Vegas
There were expulsion of joy during the first few days in California. No familiar faces around to captivate my attention.
Though graduation of a friend was the moment of awe. It inspired me when a fellow course mate gave a speech on how those Ivy League knobs were belittling those of State, and somehow ended up with no offers for their service.
Money does get you somewhere, but it never takes you any further.
Christmas was a bitter sweet time as Jenny the Dog was on the brink of losing its' life.
However, with families and terrific golden ladies around, eyes clouded by raining skies did not seem to take the smile of everyone's faces. Only occasionally, when Jenny started to mope around.
We then drove to Death Valley, home to no living creatures, or as we were told there is none. We passed through the garlic farm. It did not bothered me as much as it did to the others. The stench was overpowered by the stunning wave line along the way. Hence, the grueling nine hours to the Valley. Fantastic backdrop to a place where few friendly and well mannered community live. The night sky was drenched in white sparkling spots. Leaving you with imagination to run wild. I could not imagine the serenity of the mind by living there.
Golden Canyon, Natural Bridge, Badwater and few hiking spots that we managed to reach. We could have wipe the whole area if Vegas was not calling.
I must say, it does look better on the telly, considering how awful the Downtown was. Perhaps we were there at the wrong time, nonetheless, it could never pull me back again. We stayed in The Venetian where monies were spent on Blackjack machine. No luck in attending a big shopping spree. We did warm ourselves up in few shows, one being in Harrah's (or another place) where there was two kid on piano covering old songs with the patrons giving them money to do shit myself and a friend could not grasp. It was entertaining though, and by kid I mean kids in their 20s.
It is a shame I could not stay any longer. I do not wish to live in America, since they do not have any Tesco or M&S. I live by Tesco and no country shall cast a spell on me. Ten years from now, I might live in America and have my friends cover me with shame for my words. Might, there is the possibility since life is that cruel to our words. Or the other way around.
I still love New York better than California, with exception on the Camden-esque street of Haight Ashbury. It triumphs over Camden due to the original excitement and people. Dreadlocks mothers with adorable child and fitties with deck in hand. I was in heaven for a brief period, until the pot came out knocking.
I shall save up some money so I could stay with the aunt every holiday break so I could troll around with Toby and sour Eby.
Till then, many books for me to pretend reading.
We were fated to pretend.
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