Bid adieu.

In my eyes, the most beautiful woman this universe has ever seen, both inside and out - my Mom. *cue in buckets of cheese*

   We bid adieu to my brother the other night, as he flew off to Nepal for a 2 week community service program. All I could think about the whole time was how around this time last year I was doing the same, but instead, to Cambodia. And all the memories started rushing back, from looking forward to huge feasts every meal time, to playing volleyball and basketball with 'our students' after school, to sneaking out the day before we departed and just roaming the forests of Sihanoukville, subsequently getting caught by our teachers but not giving a shit cause we had the time of our lives. For that short 2 weeks, a shock of culture was infused into my life, and with that came the loss of memory of technology and its evil ways that waited patiently back home. And then came the goodbye tears and the weeks to follow as I lay in bed countless days in a row just crying my heart out as I yearned for a return back to the village where people had hopes and dreams worth fighting for.

   And as I say this, I feel the need to have a huge "HYPOCRITE" stamp chopped on my forehead. Reason so? I never stayed in contact with the people who helped me see a new way of life. I never stayed in contact with the people who actually mattered in my life. The ones that never judged nor hated. The ones that were capable of showing only one emotion with so much fiery passion - love. With the exception of my beautiful family, I've never seen so much genuine love come out from such beautiful souls worth dying for. And I hate myself for not staying in touch, and I hate myself for hiding away in fear of something greater than what I mask as laziness. It's funny how you end up ignoring the ones that should matter, whilst you pine for attention from those that have done nothing to deserve it. I want to go back, and hopefully one day I will. I need to get away from this fast paced life, because as hooked as I can get with social networking and all its stalking marvels, I know it will be the death of me. Mark my words.