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~danced like the king of the eyesores~


On my last night in the village, Kat and I sat outside White House having a cigarette on the rusty swing. The sun was just setting and everything around slowly became hues of warm orange. We put on New Slang by The Shins. I tilt by head back and looked up while swinging back and forth, eyes locked on the tamarind tree above and the sky in sepia tone. Such a garden state moment.




“There are infinite paths to choose,

And I have chosen many.

I have slammed into dead ends,

Twisted through turning trails that ended at lost,

Followed other’s routes to eventually realize they weren’t mine,

Even dared to venture into the great unknown,

Where writing a new way,

Was the only way.
But of all the countless roads I wandered,

Endless directions I explored,

And limitless possibilities I could have taken,

There is one thing I have come to know:

No matter what surrounds me,

Lies ahead or behind me,

Or who is beside me,

It’s what is happening in me,

That will shine a guiding light,

Conquer the journey,

And land me victorious after any travel.

Because perfection comes,

not when you’re watching golden sun sets over paradise,

But when you have grown,


At peace,


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Somehow, life has been still; almost stagnant. I’ve become stuck in a shell, waiting in between one destination to another. I’m flying to Thailand in 2 days, how fast has 3 weeks gone by since returning from Japan? I did absolutely nothing worthy during this time and it felt like a 20 day layover.

Slightly demoralised lately, maybe even lost. I woke up a a few mornings wondering what day it was, and once I even thought I lost track of the days and missed my flight to Bangkok. The other night I even experienced something almost like a lucid dream, except it wasn’t exactly one. Strange, very strange sensations and things going in my mind.

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Japan was swell! 14 days went by way too quickly. Great food, long train rides, bento sets, conversations about life over Moscow Mules & 巨峰酒, zazen experience, indigestions & temple stays.

What I don’t miss is the freezing temperatures and the sniffles. Missing the flight home turned out to be a good thing because I had time to chill and do nothing. Guess t’was a fun trip but now my bank account says no. Constantly.



There are so many damn struggles and obstacles to cross. I’m starting to feel like at some point, no amount of optimism is ever going to make things ok. There’s been so many bumps in this god damn project, I just want to pull my hair out. if there’s anything I’ve learnt is that I shouldn’t focus on all the wrong things, really.