GETTiNG BACK

I've been reminiscing about the calm and quiet I got the last weekend - nobody to bug my over anything really. The only tense moment I got was trying to shower and change up under ten minutes with the temperatures going at 10. LOL.

We were kind of on the roads a lot, given one place to the next is quite a distance, despite being between thirty to an hour's drive at about 100. It's nice to have the windows down and the breeze going strong in the face, blowing the skin backwards and circling round the head. Sneezing, of course, would be a bad idea.

There was this little violinist boy at the market when we were. Didn't take any pictures cos it wasn't exactly picturesque. But to be up that early in the morning was really quite something. He wasn't the best player I've heard, but least he could manage a decent tune. Something I would consider precious in my lifetime if it did come close to being special for a street basker.

Right down to being physically somewhere else, I think for once I brought my brains along and letting it chill out together. I'm not recharged to be honest, but the calmness did my some good when so many things were fired up on the wrong end for the last couple of years. But like I told Jean, her destination was one I didn't regret. Not the slightest, not a hint.

Oh well, perhaps I should travel more, and see what else comes.

FLY AWAY

Nice to be taking some time off, like after 10 years?! I actually forgot what it's like to even take a breather, let alone breathe.

Destination was, to be honest, really fantastic, even though it wasn't anywhere that people around me would go wow. Still, paying Jean a visit proved... organically a fabulous retreat.



King's Park Memorial


Some pictures to add a touch of colors to the blog finally!



Beauty


Jean's front door!


Ciao Italia


Home sweet home


And lavender grows in this town!


Nice~


Candid shot


Candid shot


Some harbor place...


Driven! LOL


Candid shot againz...


My perfect sky


Fish + chips place


Love the sunset


And that about rounds up some of the better shots using my phone's cam. Strangely, I was supposed to feel recharged... hasn't really sunk in yet.

It's hard to manage a few things at the same time right now, especially when I'm talking to colleagues about work and trying to resize the pictures here. Plus this really strange kid talking to me over MSN when I don't even know who that is. I'll write more tomorrow.

FLY

Yes, I do hate flying. I never understood how people can withstand that weightlessness when it takes off, and that rush of gravity when it lands. But truth is, you can't really get anywhere in the world fast, can you?

It's been an easy evening so far. I'm kind of waiting for the computer to update to watch the show. It's taking a bit, and I can't wait! Spent a good few months editing it whenever I have the time, and now that it's done, it will be awesome to see it for myself in full!

So far, things have slowed down a fair bit. Perhaps making next weekend's trip would be great to keep the peace for a little longer. Jean thought I was flying 2 days ago, and was screaming at the other end when she found out she got the wrong dates. Good too that she called, like she said, might have ended up at the airport with nobody to pick up. LOL.

Geez. The updates are really crawling.

I realised I've not been posting pictures here for a long time. Maybe I should do that when inspirations hit or something. Good evening cyberspacemen!

FiNALES

Another sad day passes with near heart-attacks and mind-bending sorrow. Not a day when I can pull myself together and say "this is what it should be!" Seems like I did make a truth somewhere. Suay.

PLAY A GAME

So the game of silence has starter. I think this is one of the stupidest things to do when people are angry: they refuse to talk to communicate with the culprits in question. It's really dumb and people actually believe that's effective?!

Okay, maybe somewhat, but it just makes the situation worse by pissing everyone else off. LOL. That much I'm sure cos I'm pissed.