We, my friends, have a ton of awesome inside us. Some of us know this, most don’t. Either way, it’s fun to celebrate our innate awesomeness from time to time, makes us feel alive!
Babi = pork in Indonesian. This dish is called babi guling, which roughly translates to rolled babi, which is how they roast the babi, by rolling it on a stick on top of fire. It’s Bali’s staple dish and it’s so fucking delicious if I had my own little way I’d eat babi every day.
There were days, sometime in the distant past, when I used to write and write and write and not care about what goes on in the Matrix. Then those words start to fade in the wind, sucked by turbulences of life. Then quickly replaced by sparse images captured by whatever random lens I could get my hands on. Today a little of that olden memory rages to resurface. I know not what to write, but I know that I shall anyway and not leave this space destitute another decade longer. So here’s to a new beginning, whatever that means, whether it will remanifest, or not. Time will tell.