Sit down and here we are.

I always compose an entry about the trip I've just had as soon as I get home. I, however, didn't do or say anything about Exmouth on Sunday. Such a lazy boy!!! Or I just couldn't think of a single image to write about when my head was still struck by hatred.

Staying in these rainy days is such a waste of time. In fact, what am I supposed to do while almost everything is packed up and ready to be moved in 2 hours' time? Shall I kiss them goodbye then? Probably not *laughing*. To be honest, I'm amazed at how many things I have for this year. I'm leaving in the UK a box, a piece of luggage and I'm bringing home 2 bags. That's a lot!!!

Oops, off topic again :D.

Ok, where was I? Exmouth. It's a beautiful, peaceful and boring place, which is most suitable for those who'd come for refreshment or laid-back pension days.



Being there reminded me of the time when I was young. I used to be brought to the beach for some quality air as I had asthma. Somehow, the salty winds "ventilated" my nose. That cursed illness was fortunately gone when I started to play basketball but the "quality" wind is still pretty much what I treasure the most in life. Apart from having a need for this salt-ish wind in order to go through the days when I couldn't even breathe at nights, smelling and listening to it breezing over my body refreshes my mind.

Of course, not everything was cleared. There was still something that really bothered me. I've realised I have to let a lot more than I thought I should go.