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Country Mile

Retreat. Sometimes I think the wide open spaces helped to open up my mind and freshen up my attitude about the recent absurd issue that has been frustrating me lately. All that oxygen....given me new ideas and helped me think of a few new adventures to embark upon.

The land below the wind is my newfound sanctuary.

Happy as can be

Against all odd, I plucked my last courage and went to Cut Off Your Hands gig alone. It turned out surprisingly not as daunting as I initially thought. Everything went as smooth as summer cherries. Despite the many gigs I've followed back in hometown, I wasn't prepared for the kind of quality performance I'd get here. It was my best spent of $75, ever.

11.30pm on the dot, the band came on, adjusted their instruments, checked mikes and sound, and exploded to life before me. The audience were awesome, they reached, they sang with them, they screamed, they leapt, they jumped, they reeled, they careened, they danced, they responded with much fondness, and they went all crazy (in a good way). Cut Off Your Hands absolutely bowled me over with their magnetism, professionalism, talent, stage presence, energy and charisma, I hardly breathed for that 85 minutes. I only thought it would be fun to check out the gig scene here, I had no particular expectation and I was in no way prepared for the frenzy I'd developed for them. Their songs are just downright catchy that one cannot help but to hum along with them. I swear to god my mind was exploding with glee and I had a big smile on me the whole time. The night ended with two new friends, a cd, a tshirt, a freebie bag, an unfinished beer, multiple mind-orgasms, sweat, smile, glee, and a very satisfied girl - yours truly.

Hopefully this is the first to many more.

I am still high in the state of euphoria.
I need heavier boots to set my feet back on the ground.
I have yet found another reason to stay...



...if I only I could, I would.

Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it's surprising how often they head in your direction. It almost comes on as an annoyance. I still remember the promise of a stroll along the white sandy beach. Just the two of us. I guess that kind of memory wasn't meant for us. Being nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had... I am glad we never had that walk, or else, the beauty of the beach will remain tainted forever. Now, we wouldn't want that, don't we?

Spring came, Rain fell

Beautiful photos somehow have an odd way of calming me down and sooth my unsettling heart.
Am I expecting too much of myself?
I wish I could breathe through this constant frustration.
Leave alone those who just love pushing my buttons.
"Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him."

Yea, sure anger took my sanity and youth away.

Now you're really living

He, who promised to build a roof above us,
got us this, under £5.

"Now, we can call this our home!"
He grins.