On Getting Lost

Seriously, awesome weekend. Unreal.

The dream I had was surreal. Me being horrendously late was surreal. The convention I went to was surreal - I was lost more than I thought, met my freaking uni tutor at the artists' alley, who told me it's nice being lost then encourage me to be lost more often, and left feeling totally inspired to learn something new and get some business done. The performance was surreal - I nearly teared up at a scene which was mediocrely played, but the theme hit a little too close. The dinner invitation was surreal, totally unexpected, as well as my spur at the moment decision to pull out a fluffy gift, and the effect it entailed. The cancelled visit, another unplanned supper and the fact that I spent almost all of my call quota in exchange for some amusing banter in the middle of the night were, too.
The next day ran in a more orderly manner, relatively, at least. But some things still managed to escape predictions, still. The very welcoming church community being one thing, and a first bite of a whole birthday cake was another.

When schedules got messed up, when planned meetings were disregarded. When you had to spend more than you thought, and needed not to spend anything when you're prepared to do so. When you. unexpectedly, dissatisfied a person, be satisfied by someone else, satisfied another and be dissatisfied by others without any cause-and-effect link in between. When you walked blindly into unchartered future. When you got lost, in both familiar and unfamiliar places.

What would you find?

Open up your plans and damn, you're free.



That being said,

I need to halt my writings here, at least for the rest of the month. Nope, it's not because of finals. Nor it is because of some another tangled relationships (God don't we all have enough of those). Nope.

For quite some time, my journal was not written in a format this descriptive and concise. Alright, my blog is not quite descriptive as it is, yes, I get it. But I used to write it in an even more obscure and evasive manner. And I definitely am not posting it here.

And I want to get back some of those sensations. The timing is just nice, too. I'd maintain this blog and that one "journal" if I can, but with the final projects submission looming over these weeks it's pretty suicidal and unlikely. So yeah, this is it for now. Actually I don't really know why I bother to write this note at all, considering I have almost no reader here. Maybe this is more to remind myself not to fall into a trap of escapism that is this page.

Alright. Time to retire for the day. So, if you'll excuse me.