It is 4 in the morning (just like Gwen Stephanie’s song) except that my “tears are not pouring and neither am i making any worth of a fight”. What i’m doing though, is battling sleepiness. Since i arrived from Cambodia half a day ago, i’ve been trying to get some close-eye but constantly awaken by random phone calls – thank you. Though i’m dead worn out right now, i MUST WRITE THIS as tomorrow calls for Spanish class as early as 9 a.m., a Latin movie screening, and Hennessy Artistry till dawn.
This is an entry about: refer to title above. i have many great fond memories of Australia especially time spent with Ai Rene, but this one, THIS ONE; is one of my favorites. What could possibly beat a picnic of sweet, fresh seafood, on a field of green grass under clear blue skies, at a clean peaceful harbor with the greatest company who can storm up a fabulous chat with you anywhere, anytime? Such moments recorded definitely can not be labeled less than love. Perhaps a little overrated, but absofuckinlutely true.