Porcelain by Moby

Bali was an amazing battery recharge and recollection. Glistering beach, white sand, breezy wind, sun and music of waves. I knew I had to have a 'Porcelain by Moby' moment. Good ol' Coldplay, Moby & myself. Bliss.

I was on top of the highest mountain on earth while the wind blew my whole soul out. It was far-fetching phenomenal.


Reality check! Back to the books this week! :(

I Was Never Young by Of Montreal

This calls for an update? So much has changed since my last update eons ago!

Life is pretty awesome from where I'm standing. No obligations, long silences, escapades, the plan for the summer holidays is 'no plan' at all. Glorious three weeks of doing absolutely nothing. Short as it might seem, timetable for the next semester is ALREADY being set, with classes on Fridays :(

I'm dipping my toes in a bunch of things right now. Focusing on going on a mission trip that I've been dying to go. An eye opener I've been longing. A short getaway next week, which I'm so jumpy about. Catching up with long lost souls, making new splendid ones. I literally finished 2 out of 5 books I bought, in 4 days. At this rate, I'll be left with nothing else to read. Bleh.

Were my eyes grainy, or things aren't as black and white as they used to be? There's this feeling, awakening? Like I woke up from a deep sleep. There's so much that I've been missing out. I think it has much to do with being perfectly contented in my tiny bubble for such a long time.

Its intoxicating.