staggering on my feet, i wipe my face with blood stained hands.

struggling to survive, i witness my comrades fall. taking gut wounds, writhing on the ground for hours screaming in agony before ceasing their breath.

forgive me friends, i must go on. to my purpose, destination, my master, my dreams and ambition.

i cry out when the thorns pierce into my arms, shed my tears in pain. battered, bruised and wounded, i keep crawling

it challenges me, it threatens. dangerous and dark, it is all but beckoning.

yet my stupidity and ego drives me on.

i fight my losing battles, for I shall not be victorious.

Deja... vu

so it hits me, while im staring out of the window, watching the clouds in the distance making their advance over this little town.

i've been here, sitting and watching with this exact mindset, some time, somewhere before.

feels almost serene.

or maybe thats what frou frou does to you.

mmmm... this is familiar.

global warming.... T_T

wwaaaaaahhh... its like 12 degrees C here... cant believe only a few days ago this place was all frozen over.

gone ish the snow! just like the first month of my trip. . . went o so swiftly

hail to mom and her cooking, now it seems home was sweet after all.

obama is pretty cool, nice speeches.

hmm, meng will survive... i think.

kind of like this jazz station, try it out if you have time.

http://player.play.it/player/aolPlayer.html?v=4.3.10&ur=1&us=1&id=

sigh, back to work i go.

p.s be safe!