Document 2

"Every story has a time to be told....otherwise you'll be forever a prisoner to the secret inside you."

Sumire in Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

Midori

"I really like you. A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"Like a spring bear," I said.
"A spring bear?  What's that all about? A spring bear."
"You are walking through a field by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along.  And he says to you, 'Hi there, little lady.  Want to tumble with me?'  So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill.  Nice, huh?"
"Yeah really nice."
"That's how much I like about you."

-Norwegian Wood_Haruki Murakami

ugh im so disappointed in you.

why are you doing this to me???

grrrrrrr

Oh, how much I hate architecture.

Cliff of Death

Last weekend was officially my last free weekend in 2008...therefore in order to celebrate my last weekend of freedom I decided to have a little adventure...up to mid-wales...kinda

My friend woke me up at half 12.  I picked up the phone.  "Hello?  I thought you are going to Brecon, you still in bed?" my friend said.  Then I replied, "Erm yeah, thanks for waking me up."   So basically, I packed my lunch, grabbed a map that doesn't cover where I am going, and got into my car and took off in the general direction to 'north'.

(sheep! was attempting to feed them.)

So it was Brecon, the national park that I wanted to go to.  Driving at 60-70 mph was fun with blasting music (loyal companion- DeathCab for Cutie) and it was pretty much one straight line until I reached the country lane that was integrated into the landscape.  The scenery was beautiful with lush greenery.  Trees, forest, lakes, water, grass and SHEEP, what more can you ask for, for your eyes to see and enjoy? 

The road has a lot of bends which makes it blends well into the fabric of the landscape, it was steep, a bit narrow and seemed very natural with little human intervention.  But then I thought, hey that's not quite right?  It's a country lane that lead me through the park/mountain, by the cliff.  Where's the railing/bollards?  I don't see any.  Wait how fast am I driving? (Look at the meter), 70 mph!  "Crap, that's driving 70 mph in the country lane that has no guardrail that separate me from the edge of the cliff." 

(don't let this fool you. Death Cliff)

My heart skipped a beat in terror as I realised that basically what I was seeing was my future laid out in front of me that the road continues steeply with successive level and the lush greenery cliff and watery death below.  This forced me to grip the steering wheel with intensity to avoid certain death. 

That means if I, intentionally or unintentionally, reacted slow to a bendy bend, I'd dive straight into whatever the world has in stock for me.

I should have known better.

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Now embrace this post.  This is how far my life gets at the moment.  As I said, the official torture of architecture starts after my adventure...........