In my dream I was writing about smiling. I smile.. well almost always. I smile when I see beautiful people, I smile when I see art that I like or just art that is so ridiculous that it makes you smile, I smile when I see someone else smiling, I smile to get someone else smiling and I smile just for fun of smiling. If I remember my dream correctly it was pretty good blog that I wrote. Shame that I have no talent of bringing dreams back when awake. If so I would have many books already written and I wouldn't live in hostels. ..or probably I would. I have a love&hate relationship with hostels.
(Tap... tap... tap... leaking tap.. annoying beyond anything.)
I'm now in Sydney. Having holiday with my mother and my brother. Before this holiday I had a holiday and after this holiday I'm probably in a need of another holiday. I could get used to this.. Although it might get a bit boring. I'm not rich yet.
Loving life as a traveler. Such freedom. Art of freedom. You can see your life as a blue, red, yellow, pink! Doesn't really matter. You may see yourself as you like and nobody knows you well enough to say any different. Freedom to open your mind to different opinions.
Boooooriiiing. Sorry for that. Didn't mean this to be like that but you know what happens when you drink too much milk and melted chocolate. I went in to a wonderland inside my head, danced with sunflowers several hours and returned to reality exhausted but happy.
That was damn good chocolate.
Merry Xmas!!
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