Twentysomething

Trust me, it was funny. Particularly when we both argued in broken Vietnamese, utilizing a hot-pot of accents unintelligible.

What does that mean? Five months? Such a flippant phrase. Does it give off anything but a dry denotation of time? Five months, twenty weeks, one hundred and forty days, and so on.

Traveling alone means: times of frenzied activities when your orbit merges with the spins-spuns of other backpackers... and times of silent introspection (and by this I mean the increasing volume that silence brings inside your head until your brain devours itself).

Some photos from my recent trip are up. Really an amazing time. Met some great people, ate the best food I've had in Asia, and well.. the landscapes can fill up cliches and the Malays are really wonderful hosts. Can't wait for what's coming

Whenever other people talk about me, I have uncontrollable urge to figure out what the hell the details were. Doesn't matter if they're high school choir girls, or analysts in the next cubicle, or the family on vacation.

After I've had some time to think about it, there are a lot of scenarios in my head. What ifs scenarios, hindsight projecting Matrixed views, psychological musings that were never there, and not just a little bit of self pity.