Friday, December 9, 2011
Living up to expectations.
Funny how it almost always meant something of higher regard or value.
I expect to not have a leisure getaway until I get much older, and guesses are that it will be a solo trip.
Not that bad ain't it. Besides, alone on foreign ground seems so intriguing is it not?
Have always been so jelly of those with fully stamped passports.
My life just has it that chance and time do not elide into an actuality.
Only able to travel this year and yet I had squandered the opportunities away.
I wanted to backpack the States or UK, but my mum just pshawed and gave a quick standing citing reasons of unfamiliarity and such. All those despite what I explained having guides, forums, gps, and a clear fact that I can converse, albeit not entirely fluent in their accent, in English.
The next year will not be a kind one. And yes that lies the ground of my next expectation.
I guess I can only look forward to the apocalypse which better happen as determined.
A fatalist I am eh, and yet I still expect.
What a loser.