So today I visited Mt Fuji and I am going to scale great heights and climb mountains all over the world


Then I found out Chelsea FC's in Tokyo after their semis last night YAY then there's Brazil



Well all the happy cheerios aside, I am currently on a bus on the way back to Tokyo from Hanoke, knees up against the seat infront of me. It's a really comfortable position. My favourite. Well at least till my legs get all numb and wobbly knobbly when I try to walk two hours afterwards. I have been doing alot of thinking, the kind that I never fail to overdo. Then silent night started to play and it evoked this sort of peace within myself.
I'm suddenly looking forward to Christmas with a slight hint of impatience. Sometimes I do pray, to no God in particular. I wish so hard for that strength to do anything, but not everything. Even I know how absurd it is to ask that much of somebody I don't believe exists.
I remember nothing about my childhood, except that I would kill to have it all back now. It hurts, every minute of every year, and perhaps that is the sole reason for my failure to remember anything but nothing. Maybe it was a choice I made. Afterall, I am a drifter, drifting from one life to the next, bringing nothing from the past along with me. It is literally insane, how drastically I have changed myself over the years simply to adapt and abide to my own mentality. I swear if I look back on all I have done, I will recognize nothing. I am an empty shell of the person I used to be. No matter where I go; no matter who I am with, I feel so very alone. I have nobody to blame but myself, and Time.
In simpler terms, I have been feeling like an egg. I don't know why I was emptied. I am painted neon green on the outside, and it is Easter everyday.
Maybe things would take a guiness-record worthy U-turn at the end of this excruciatingly thorn-pricked road; 2012. I cannot wait for my brand new shot at life, and whatever not.
Ps. More pictures