A simple life
There are times when I wish that life is a much more simpler place. Living in a nice farmland in New Zealand, without much shopping or people to piss the hell out of you.
As of now, whenever I’m in a bad mood, I always feel like flying a small plane once again just to enjoy. You can go where you want to without people telling you what to do or where to go. It’s a beautiful life and one in which I misses dearly, especially when in Sydney at 2005. Best year of my life, even though it passes very quickly.
What a reverie. Do animals think of their past or experience, I wonder. And if they do, what would they think of? Hmm… Probably to lazy to look it up on the ‘Net but will probably do so when I’m more alert. Just had an extremely horrible drinking session where I puked from 0400 to 1315. Yes, it’s the pits… Chivas + Beer is downright stupid!
