In England now with a lot of free time and very little to do with it hence this post. Was in Amsterdam earlier; I remember as I watched the english skies became dutch, an icy chill traveled down my body while I was hoping for some out of this world adventure and it was out of this world indeed, but for the wrong reasons. 

I guess all that wrong reasons have made me realize who my source of strength and support is, in this world that is unjust and untrusting. Maybe happiness is a finite quantity. Maybe you only get a set of quota in your lifetime, no more, no less. Maybe if you're sad and grouchy all the time, you're just wasting whatever little you have. 

Its funny how someone can invade all aspects of my mind, who wants to go where Im going with me, make reality look a little less real and give me the kind of feeling people write songs about. To put in simplest of terms, he's beautiful. He really is.

11 more days to go.

Chulia Street, Penang Island.