Tomorrow

I see Jade.
I leave to Holland.
I'm starting to get excited again.

second to last

I am leaving soon, perhaps I should say it differently. I live a transitory life. So basically I am moving on.
Travel is my hobby and enemy.

In the midst of the party last night I let a couple of tears run down my cheeks. There was someone to wipe them off my face but it is starting to sink in. I leave, so soon.

I'm rather scared at the moment. I already miss people.
Okay enough of this depressing business.

I'm spending a night on post secret. I like reading people's secrets, but above all I like the way they choose to represent their secrets. Some are elaborately decorated. The others are just simply writing.
Frank Warren is suppose it somewhat of a genius.

desires

Since I really believe that blogs are just a diary you share. I want to write in this diary about this situation I want. It looks like this.

There is a car, a beat up old van, with space in the back. There are duffel bags of full of clothes on the mattress in the back. Maybe a small bbq, then drive. I will take the superman. I will just travel.

Stop at supermarkets for food and magazines. Chill at the beach all day, come sun. Chill in the back of the van with a movie on the laptop, come rain.
Make a bonfire on the beach, roast marsh mallows and hot dogs.

Keep a map on the wall in the van, buy a sharpie and keep track of the road travelled. Pray the van doesn't break down. Have all the time in the world and enough money not to worry.

I know it won't be as good as I imagine it, but this is this moment's dream.

Come with me? Meet me on the beach or fun fair? Eat some churros with me?

Hello (voice echoes back at me)

I am a shite blogger but who gives a shit. Its blogging, anything goes.

So things in life at least, the life in my brain, have always been a roller coaster, things are just taking a few more loop the loops nowadays.

I'm a hypocrite which has always bugged me.

It pains me that my mind is like an episode of hoarders. The stuff is just disorganized up there. However no one coming in, parks a dump truck in the hypothetical driveway and there is no psychologist to talk me through the emotional 'trauma' that caused me to obsessively hold on to junk. Luckily this also means there is no money hungry film crew trying to find the perfect angle to film my tear ridden eyes from. All hypothetical of course.

OH SHIT, I'm talking to myself again. HAHA.

So let the pictures tell a thousand words.



and ps, I love Jade Florence Mulvaney

a random mind can be a beautiful thing

need i say more?

Its that time of the year

When the sunsets get more beautiful.
When everyone and everything looks prettier than normal.
This is Beer, he's the one boy that has always hugged me when I was sad, and has always unconditionally been there for me. When I took him that is.

Hello Beauties

Jade and Myself really thought we wouldn't see the day come.

However, I have started blogging, actually blogging.

Might not keep it up though, I am rather too lazy for this past-time. Especially considering I don't know how to work the wretched site.

Either way, shall try to make an effort.

kusjes