now that i'm finally back and the little things like the SMELL of my room does definitely bring back the hue of reminiscence but strays far from the facist pang of nostalgia which is reserved or preserved for those peers i've left behind. Even i expected myself to somehow come back and write this long memoir in a bourdain/eggers/coehlo manner (eating, cynically longwinded, and wholeheartedly cliched)...which is probably why im attempting to start writing and ergo only being able to write this rambling pretext, at the outset i was constantly thinking about entries even before they took place in order to get my gears in order-maintain a vertical stream of consciousness-but sparse entries the past few months are probably good indicators that things have not been in order and i as suspected from the beginnning has been running away, not running towards a destination............

i've abandoned all strenuous efforts to regain that profound glimmer, all in which almost seeming as if it was a futile haitus...gawd i sound pathetic.....3-D LOSER. 

all pictures are up on ofoto - gimme ur email for invites.