Travel Diary

I had myself a bit to drink last night. Now, I wake up dehydrated, groggy and arguably not in the best of moods to welcome a day involving a lot of light. Oh gods of the intertropical convergence zone! Aid me!

Monday though dawns with a better note: the project I was asigned to has come to an end and with it go the involvement of people possessing all the mental acuity of a kiwi fruit. Although I can say that everyone was a complete moron (I am no exception, I suspect but this would have to do more with personal tragedies) . This doesn't mean that some of them had not other "redeeming" qualities that could endear them to me. Anyway, though my heart is light, my steps sprightely, and my mind's eye wide open to the vista spread before me, I cannot help but take one look back at an experience at best can only be described as... interesting. To Sheila, pretty you may be but prettier you CAN be if you find it in yourself to grasp the inner tramp and WORK it... To Michelle, anger no matter how tightly bottled will still let off steam... To Kat, no amount of emotional buffering can take you that far-- sometimes you just need to let things go, take them as they are, and free yourself from the inertia you find yourself in... and lastly, to Amalie. I don't know what mysterious dynamic propels us but I like the scenery so far. :) I have never worked with a noisier pack of bitches in my life. Your high-pitched screams will always be music to my ears, girls.

There ends an era for me and though the future may not promise a journey without the occasional eyesore and vehicular accident, may the destination not just be worth it in the end but so be my journey.

C/Raven

I find myself, even after all these years, unable to face my past mistake. It may not be the greatest, but it is the one that continues to unman me even today. Guilt has been a bird on my shoulder, pecking away at my heart. I do not know for how long I can continue like this: a man maimed by his own doing, I live in a place full of mirrors, showing me what I have done. Such ruthlessness can only be reserved for Greek tragedies. Or comedies, even! It verges on the laughable (Although at times I have suspected it has crossed it, doubled back and circled again!)... I can only see one way out but it frightens me to think of a future without regret. Perhaps after everything, that is the only thing I have possessed?

Smooth and Definitely EASY

I had gotten home at around ten o' clock in the morn and found myself waking up on the couch (ouch!) five hours later with a few parts "mysteriously" sore. And before anyone tries to try their hand at the hazards of guessing, let me make it easy by saying that it's my upperback muscles. I'm afraid, left to your own devices, one would have surmised at the point of injury as to somewhere farther south but then, I digress. >:)

One lesson learned: Though alcohol unzips many a tongue and fly, it is by no means Viagra. Heh heh.