Move forward, move on, move off, move up against, move back; directions are but choices circumstances offer you in a platter, whether of expensive silver refined and highly polished to reflect our blank countenances or caked in flaky rust and inflicted with scratches aplenty.
We will all find our way, eventually.
And it boils down to the matter of whether you want to or not.
Hello, you’ve probably forgotten about this space.
9/7. A leisure trip with the entire company to Johor, my first in many many years, to mark this day. It was great to know I could speed on in the impromptu races while go-karting – no need for a driving licence – minus the minor crash incident which earned me bruises and a weak wrist, as well as submerge myself in the satisfaction of street photography once again (dad has gotten the Fujifilm F30 fixed, and I’m bent on selling my Canon point-and-shoot; a long story but it goes all the way back to the Japan trip, which I never got to blog about) surrounded by a quite disparate kind of flavour.
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