You've got to spend some time, with me

I think its most probably the attraction of sitting at a nice cafe somewhere, doing something as superficial as blogging and as soothing as sipping a mocha frap that extraordinarily costs 10 times more than the materials used to concoct it. Clicking iTunes I select Death Cab for Cutie to be my sole companion through this meaningless entry. I talk to Ben Gibbard sometimes. I tell him that if I had his voice, I would release 500 albums to make sure every single person in the World knows of my wondrous ability to craft emotions out of guitar distortion and rhymthic beats.

Patrons at this joint make me cringe. The old foreigners that pick up a copy of The Straits Times and secretly wish for The New Yorker instead, the domestic helpers (toddlers in tow) helping their employers attend to the milk impartment process while the former attends to handing out wads of 2 dollar notes in the exchange - a daily routine of cupcakes and coffee. It is at this moment in time that I realise the distinct beauty in being able to pen what I truly see, what I truly feel, without feeling stuffed up or simply bored by the dull home page. Maybe the superficial side of me wanted this, maybe the lively part of my soul had a thirst for an awakening in my mind. But I will attest to the fact, that this time I will tell you exactly what I experience. You are my companion. You oh great journal of brown background, will become my greatest confidente to such a degree that I cannot fully unwind a day without logging onto you. You oh great journal, will become my mind.

This afternoon, I spent approximately 5 hours tirelessly trying hard not to make my Group Project Proposal sound like an eulogy or a dedication service sermon to Bono. It seemed at that time that the proper thing to was simply to praise the dedication of Bono so thoroughly that it would almost be certain our teacher will be suckered into buying the idea. It did however, get me thinking. Rather randomly as well..

One day, I would like to travel the World. Go to places I've never been before, perhaps Turkey, South Africa, or maybe even Brazil. I would entertain myself with the wildest of intoxications in Turkey, the most perfect natural experience in South Africa and the thoroughly effective cocca beans in Brazil that no doubt will leave me awake for hours at hand. And when everything has been done, every place has been visited, every warm summer sun basked in, every sky admired fully, I will frolick with the wild, tall, grass somewhere in France. And I wouldn't even mind if at that point, I succumb to the frailities of life and depart. Because I would have experienced it all.

For now. That remains a dream.
And you are encouraged (somewhat strongly!) to donate to it's cause. :)