Rose coloured glass

View from my window here in Melbourne. Roomie cellotaped her rose to the glass. Lovely thing.

Sometimes though you just need to view things through rose coloured glasses.

Too much for words

Prague, 31st January 2013

All that walking, through cities & time. All the people you met. All the things you saw, soaked in. Travelling is what it is, an experience. Everybody should try it God-willing. You find yourself in a state of active contemplation. You feel yourself age a little, which is a good thing. As you take the role of a nomad, and nothing else, you feel whole (it takes all I have to not stick an expletive for emphasis right there I tell ya).

Nothing is expected of you, nor do you expect anything of anything. You're a clean slate, ready and eager to discover. It's what 'feeling' alive feels like, I reckon. That 'infinite' feeling Charlie from The Perks of Being a Wallflower spoke of. Or not. Because it is not a moment. It doesn't pass. It is something you unearth from the soil of your very soul. From within, to without. 

In sum total, you know, just know that life is not some aimless self-sustainable force crawling flying through the passage of time. All the good that came my way, not once was I not reminded of their source.

No man is whole without knowing himself. The self is a soul. The soul, where does it come from? The origin of being, to which one will inevitably return to; it is what lies before & after life: God.

The perks of using blogger

Stuff don't get lost like scraps of paper with scribbles on em'. *frustrated* Oh, am home btw. Home sweet home. Been living out off a suitcase for about half a month now. It's nice to be home.

View from Malaysian Hall, U.K. room 309

Day #15 - From London

Went out to see the world. Will be home by Tuesday 6:30pm (Malaysia time).

On Heathrow Connect, Paddington - Heathrow Airport to catch a flight to Prague,