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I am writing this on a Monday. Local time now is 1.16am (GMT +8). So I might be wrong having the title titled Sunday. I might be wrong for what I am about to write as well.

This is written in between my travelogue, for I am quite tired, not so much of the writing, but the sorting of the photos. If only during the photo-taking stage I had taken a constructive measure, I would not have the headache now. Anyway, that is not important. This is just a post of the thoughts rushed in my mind within a day.

The usual morning breakfast on a Sunday with my dad was abit more special. I was trying hard to remember where I was the week before. Obviously I am in Western Australia. Just that I had no idea what day it was during the sunday when I was in W.A. Hope it did not sound too complicated. Anyway, I did not bother to recall deep. Ask anybody when was the last time they could not remember the day and date in any one occasion. My reply was when I am enjoying. So my euphoria was one last sunday, and more of the days before and after I believed. This euphoria was kinda late if I only realised now. But that was one euphoria to realise I once had the euphoria feeling, right? Great morning.

I always feel I am mature in my thinking. Once awhile, I thought not always though. But to put it another way, realising I am immature in some ways of my thinking was some way maturing. Then, seeing how people react to certain outcomings got me to think there are worse people out there in thinking their thinking has some form of maturity when they are not. Words are free expression, but they are not free of consequences. Wrong choices of usage got the author stripped of any initial, and partial, as we humans tend to reserve, impression. Tactful is the key. I might as well forget all these poor choices of words, but I in no way deserved them, all the more if I want to help through my words. There is no difference with spoken or written words.

A Chinese saying goes with “blaming the heaven, blaming the people”, which obviously is not the way teachings advocate. And I will always remember my RSM, (Regimental Sergeant Major) once said, “Don’t always think you had done the best, when in the eyes of others you had done just enough”. I am still short-sighted in terms of seeing the world out there. As far as I could admit that, I am always proud, for there are people pathetically supposed they are being owed a living, an explanation, or assistance. The world is huge. Thus I advocate travelling as it really does broaden the horizon. I will talk more at the end of my travelogue with this.

At some point during afternoon, I felt the real exhaustion as I edit my photos. I have to give the benefit of doubt to myself. I know very well it was a Sunday afternoon. That ticks. My true holidays of losing count of days had ended. Reality check. My school would not start until mid August. From now till then I would not lose count of days.

Take it easy.