Do-wah-doo

An evening of little Italy, coffee with 2 packs of sugar, supercute and kate nash. And let me tell you, supercute are literally super freakin cute! Check them out if you have the time. They’re trying to make it to the big guns.

And i learned that Italy looks like a boot. Poor geography skills on my part.

I was quick to realize how staying in one place for too long is not good for the mind. Everything seemed so blend, mellow, dull and confined. A quick show and tell by my buddy Tijana here snapped me back to life in travel boots. Toronto wasnt my home last night. It was my travel destination (for a good 5 hours). A life where every street is new, every people you meet are different from the one yesterday. A life where yesteryear doesnt exist. That is the heaven I wish to go to.

So, my first dash of live British music, and I loved it:

kiss that grrl

behind the curtains

bam ba dum ba dum ba dum

For the record, Mansion Song is a super angry song. Major stunner for Nash.

flowers and simplicity

seagulls

against the Brain

Ps:/ having someone to talk to and keeping me sane about you-know-who will surely be missed. thanks buddy... and I still owe you a cold one!

Pss:/ I have no idea why the pictures are non-'clickable' for the whole view. pissed.

Enlighten

Have my years of journey left me any smarter, or any wiser? Is enlightenment even possible? Or did I walked past it like a missed exit amongst many streets that seemed all too common for the naked mind.

“don’t tell me what a man says, don’t tell me what a man knows, tell me where he’s travelled”

-unknown prophet-

What about me? Until recently a schoolchild of the modern world, what the hell am I doing here? In a word, please don’t laugh... enlighten.

I am hungry. Hungry for knowledge of myself and knowledge of other worlds.

Over the years of my life, my only regret is not being able to enshrine those wonderful things that these eyes have witnessed, the sounds these ears have heard and the stray thoughts that this mind have strayed to. I fancy being able to look back and remember exact details of how experience unveils itself to me.

I am a sucker for pictures. To me, pictures are the essence of my journey. Be it losing my baggage, or penniless on the streets, or worrying which airport/bus station to crash in for the night, or even losing my passport would not be as devastatingly catastrophic as losing my camera... But, I know, that the best pictures are the ones that you just point your finger and say ‘click’.

So really, the best thing is for me to not lose my mind.

And so, this is the reason for my writings.

A book which I put my entire faith on starts with the words ‘read in the name of your Lord’, and so I start by writing on what someday I would be able to read back upon.