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Saturday, April 30, 2011


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The Past

Words

"Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine living."
Pascal Mercier "Night Train to Lisbon"


“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”
Mark Twain "The Innocents Abroad"

Some words.

x Worship beauty & colors.

x Wish I were a boy for a million reasons.

x Hope for a camera that would capture what the eyes capture.

x Wonder how people around can submit themselves unquestioningly to stability & routine. Ironically doing that too.

x Want to arm myself with my beloved camera, bike & passport, to hit the road every now & then.

xxxxx


Southeast Asia before 25
(Just a randomly conceived childhood dream)
Brunei
Burma
Cambodia
East Timor??
Indonesia (Borneo soon)
Laos
Malaysia
Philippines
Singapore
Thailand
Vietnam

xxxxx

The rest of Asia:
Bhutan
China (Xinjiang & Yunnan province)
India (Jammu & Kashmir)
Kazakhstan
Kyrgyzstan
Mongolia
Nepal
Oman
Pakistan
Papua New Guinea
Sri Lanka
Tibet (Ummm, China?)
Turkmenistan
Uzbekistan

xxxxx

Americas
Alaska
Peru (Llamas!)

xxxxx

Africa:
Botswana
Ethiopia
Kenya
Mauritius

xxxxx

Grad trip backpacking in [Europe?]
Hungary
Italy
Poland
Romania
Turkey
Ukraine

xxxxx
The world is too vast. Too wondrous.
Sometimes too hideous.
I'll add more strike-throughs.
(But it's not about how many places you've been to,
it's about how deeply you've delved.)

More words.

xxxxx
It's been a long week
I've got a slow leak in my left front tire
I'm sick of where I work, my boss is such a jerk
Don't care if I get fired
My back's about to break
No money in the bank
She don't call me anymore
I'm down to my last ring, it's time to sell my things

And pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my get away
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day
I'll be a runaway

A hundred miles in
I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face
With every cigarette
I'm burning my regrets
Don't want to leave a trace
And from the rear-view
I've got clear view of who I used to be
A little bit faster now
Don't wanna turn around

It's crazy, I know
To count on this road and give me what I need
But with every state line
Somehow I find
Another part of me

I'm gonna pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my get away
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day
I'll be a runaway

Love & Theft "Runaway"

xxxxx

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