Trying to find the ticket to the next train…

Following my declaration of liberation is some spacious silence. I have to admit that little words have come to mind since then, and to be honest, spring cleaning doesn’t necessarily mean that I have new stuff waiting to burst out in its full glory. The room is just relatively quiet and empty for now, waiting for a trigger to set off whatevernots.

In the meantime, I think I’ve gotten over my procrastination on editing the Central Oz trip pictures and have since uploaded twelve [out of the 200-something] for your visual entertainment. Click on my Flickr link thingy at the left side! And since I’m only subscribing to Flickr’s free account, I won’t be putting all the edited pictures at one shot due to uploading limits. I’ll make further announcements when everything’s finally done, if ever at all.

I’m standing at the end of Week 1 of my fourth semester in university now and all I could express is a blank face. I’m a little numb, a little miffed, a little dissatisfied, a little… lost. It feels like I’m doing things that I won’t probably pursue in the future and I’m not doing enough of the things that I will be continuing on for a long time – just because there aren’t modules to cater to my needs.

Or maybe I’m just being a little whiny from a full day, a thin wallet and a headache.

I’ll just tuck myself in now. Another early start tomorrow at the Women’s Centre.
Time to make some connections already.