The weekend was eventful…on Friday did Capture the Flag, went drinking in Koreatown with the buddies and then met up with a coworker and hit a bar to cap it all off. On Saturday, re-injured my back then did Nuit Blanche till 5am — my favourite was Ballroom Dancing, I went twice!

Now it’s Sunday. I’m recovering, haven’t done a single thing and I’m getting reflective.

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Ever look at an old pic of yourself, look into your own eyes and ask yourself what the hell happened? How did I get where I am? Have I done anything with myself of worthy note? I’ve heard from a few people that my gaze was piercing. I wish I could look inside myself a bit better.

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