The day passed fast. For once I was struggling to make an effort to make out what the lecturer was trying to say, to appreciate media writing, form criticisms of theatre performances and analysize the paradigm in hollywood films. I was solitary the whole day, always finding it difficult to send a salutation to people who might have their own stereotyped prejudices against a viet-looking me.
So there I was a slave to music and memories as I treaded back through the same route. The same songs. The same path. And as I yearned for change and excitment, it probably just goes around in cycles.
For a change watching the academy awards was no longer due to my obsessed interest, but something that will help advancing my career. There I was, hoping for surprises only due for a huge disappointment. Predictable hollywood. Same old jokes, same old movies.
Exhilarated to see my beloved iMac back to my embrace. It feels so good to see something you are so familiar to. It seems that a part of me is returning. Changing back into a sequence of routines in a different environment. To learn and feel and sense. Hoping I can be just one of the budding young men years ago, to build what we believe in, in a different time and land.
Always the loneliness of the darkness that heightens the deepest emotions. A day of my life. A day of a man's life.