Can't stop to dream. Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Update on Bicycle.


First of all, play this: http://youtu.be/SqlEuvJShbc

Then.

I got fitted for my bike today, seems like by May 4th or something, I will be able to buy it. 

This is my route so far:

NS
  • Halifax - Oxford - 165
  • Oxford - Moncton - 101
NB
  • Moncton - Fredericton - 180
  • Fredericton - Woodstock - 105
  • Woodstock - Grandfalls - 109
  • Grandfalls - Edmunston - 64
  • Edmunston - Riviere-du-loop - 121
QC
  • Riviere-du-loop - Beaumont - 170
  • Beaumont - Trois Rivieres - 153
  • Trois Rivieres - Repentigny - 107
  • Repentigny - Montebello - 137
  • Montebello - Ottawa - 84
ON
  • Ottawa - Perth - 88
  • Perth - Peterborough - 190
  • Peterborough - Toronto - 142
  • Toronto - Milton - 54
  • Milton - Bradford - 87
  • Bradford - Wasaga Beach - 78
  • Wasaga Beach - Port Severn - 52
  • Port Severn - Parry Sound - 77
  • Parry Sound - Sudbury - 163
  • Sudbury - Espanola - 72
  • Espanola - Blind River - 98
  • Blind River - Sault Ste. Marie - 144
  • Sault Ste. Marie - Lake Superior Provincial Park - 161 (No town, just camping out in trees)
  • Lake Superior Provincial Park - White River - 154
  • White River - Terrace Bay - 167
  • Terrace Bay - Red Rock - 123
  • Red Rock - Thunder Bay - 116
  • Thunder Bay - Upsala - 143 (Not a town, but a dirt square)
  • Upsala - Ignace - 104
  • Ignace - Dryden - 107
  • Dryden - Kenora - 138
  • Kenora - RIcher - 151
MB
  • Richer - Winnipeg - 60
  • Winnipeg - Lake Winnipeg - 77
  • Lake Winnipeg - Winnipeg - 77
  • Winnipeg - Portage La Prairie - 86
  • Portage La Prairie - Brandon - 127
  • Brandon - Moosomin - 141
SK
  • Moosomin - Grenfell - 99
  • Grenfell - Regina - 125
  • Regina - ....
It's either me going up to Edmonton (Julian) then to trickle down to Calgary (Godmother), or for me to go to Calgary then Edmonton then Haida Gwaii then down to Vancouver (Shane/Shaun). It's all still up in the air.

I can actually get my bike this weekend. I'm going to read my horoscope, and then see further. Then I will finish off tonight with some reading.

God bless.

Monday, April 15, 2013


I just got and am currently getting my first scare. I want to cry. I saw someone biking from Port today, and I thought it was Shaun, and my heart skipped a beat in happiness, and then it wasn't, and thenI thought how cute he is biking, and then I became sad, because all he will be someday soon is a distant memory. I won't be able to see him, but I will have him on my mind.

 had a nightmare today. But it didn't truly feel like one. All the animals in Thailand, in the jungle were out to kill me. What to expect when expecting. My body and sleep is fucked. I emailed Mary telling her how much shame I have for not handing in my essay yet, and if i can hand it in by Friday. I don't want to let myself start thinking in certain ways. I can't think that this essay is impossible, or that it sucks even more that I'm handing it in past the last day of school. It's just that - somethings need to be dealt with clarity. My essay is one of them. This bike trip is one of them. And Shaun is another big one.  I'm still learning how to handle the things that I chose. I didn't choose the essay, but I do like its ideas, it's just it as a thing to accomplish becomes - freaky. Mmm, seven pages is quite lame and nothing. All it is is writing out the thoughts that I've got in my brain. I can do that one day and edit another. Same with that other paper of mine. It will be a depersonalized experience.

I didn't choose to like Shaun per se, but I did choose too also. You like what you like. He has shown me many things, now it's up to me to see those things in the world myself. But anyways, it's not yet June. May is going to be awesome. I cannot even comprehend how many acres below the surface my heart will plumet. But hopefully not that far. I'm thinking I start biking on June First? Maybe not? Maybe? How does that sound? The day that my sweet leaves, I start the bike trip. Or one day before? Or one day after? Maybe I can leave on my birthday?

My birthday one sounds nice. That way I don't have to comprehend much about him having left and be on the plane. He will be on the plane three days into my excursion. And I can phone him here and there. Muahahaha. Is this a good idea?

I feel like asking Marley - how do you handle heart break if you know it's coming? Surely there must be an advantage in knowing some things, in being aware of their existence.

But this summer will be good. I can forecast the emotional weather of crying both for joy and sorrow. But, be prepared my fellow campers, because there will be some fierce sunny skies ahead - so it's a matter of opening yourself in midst of an unlovely yet necessary experience (essay/Shaun) in order to appreciate what good things you have before you. I can sulk on the trip too much, because the trip in itself is quite gunna be fucking awesome. Focusing on breathes and not knowing what else may happen will be cool. I'll just plan my route, that's the only thing that gets me nervous, (lol, if I end up in Maine.) And then for this essay, in a couple of hours I will start and finish my drawing assignment. And then that will be it for other assignments. So Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and Friday - I mean - that's a lot of days for me to focus on my essay, and I don't even need to pull any all nighter. And it's worth doing if Mary will accept it. We will see what to do next in her reply. And Kudos Kim for emailing her, it takes a lot of guts to do something you don't want to do. Feminism is an awesome thing - hopefully it protects me on this journey.

Sometimes, I just need to write shit out. For my bike trip - although I have a sketchbook, having some thin writing pages would be nice too - so I'll make a notebook also. Mm.?

love - good night. I hope you feel better too

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Missed Connections



With this bike trip as a goal coming up - I've been reconceptualizing things for me to do - so that I do them in order to get tastes, or train myself for what's to come. Last night, I went out by myself to Point Pleasant park. For the last week I have been taking my bike out here and there, and I've biked to Point Pleasant each time. I've always stopped at the first bit of land right after the beach. There's a mini hill there, and I will just stand a top there. A mini victory. Always looking down into the darkness further in the park, I refrain from continuing onwards. There's sure to be an answer to my paranoia, that someone will be there, and I think of ways to escape. With my hands? With my bike? Are you ready Kim?

Last night I'm sitting in my livingroom, and I ask Marena how was her critique and stuff, but she answers with good. Just one word - so I guess no need to continue talking? Ok. I can entertain myself, and I have been. I've been picking up the guitar, and reading a book. I haven't been writing an essay, but that will come. I've been doing things that I want to do - and I can't help it. When she goes to bed, she reminds me of the market when she asks, "did you want me to wake you up for the market tomorrow?" Shit yeah - I always forget, but I say maybe. I will leave my door open for it, for tonight I will be at Point Pleasant, and depending on how long it takes to burn my stuff, I don't know how long I'll be out. She's discouraging, saying it's snowing and raining, and that what if the police come. Dear god. It's like lighting a match in a forest, and the paranoia is so unnecessary.

I'd like to clear some thing up here. Or to reaffirm it - I don't hang out with her because she's not adventerous. One day walking home, she didn't want to climb over a fence. So we went the long way around. Shaun, when him and I went to watch Batman - instead of walking around this parking lot to reach the road, we climb up the cement wall. His tiny skinny body, carrying this ridiculously heavy duffle bag. I'm going to cry, he's so fucking __________  (wonderful?).

Why does it bother me? Shaun asked last night if I was alone, and I said yes. He was surprised, he thought Marena or Marley or Woo would be there. I denied all of that! Marley and Woo? This is a me meditation. And then I told him Marena's reaction about police and everything. It's like Shane before thinking Marena got me smoking weed, and it's like - bitch please.

But then again, I did get the same snow boots as she did. So whatever Kim.

It was nice last night. Before I was thinking that I should buy a pack of smokes - or at least it's a perfect time to do so. But then, what with all the smoke I was inhaling, I saw that I've already got my pack beside me.

Shaun called me last night - we're pre-missing each other. He leaves June 1st I guess. Yep - I am happy that I have what plans I do for the summer. No school, just bike. Bike around with my buddy. And get prepared to be without him, and on my own. Then be on my own.

In one week, I guess I'll be getting my bike.

I kind of feel like I am already melting - but luckily there is a future. It's not without hope. You know. Which is a nice change. We've known this for a long time. Best leave it as is.

Anyways, I'll be missin ya.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Solo you live once



Mmm, Marley had asked me earlier today, "Can I come?" when I told him about my bike trip.


You know what - before when I thought that Shaun wouldn't come, I was thinking - who - who else.. and I did think Marley. But that would mean - a lot of stuff. We would probably end up having sex. Hmm.

And so. Here we are.

He's not fully committed to the idea, but he is serious at it being an option. Which I so fully understand. I mean - I have words and ideas and inspirations pop outta me at any given moment - so - as moments do pass by - sometimes my words don't last as the seconds tick. So Marley - please yes, think about it.

Um, this would become a great deal of an experience. I've only hung out with Marley once - but, there is definitely a connection. Which - I'm.. being careful about - because it is so physical/sexual whatever (biased from astrological readings). Hmm. Lemme go by what I know.

I find him attractive. And he smiles to me, which ups the ante. So there's a general - digging the other - which occurs. And of course, I'm unshure.

Shaun and I  - fuck, he is wonderful. And - it's just knowing (which may be slightly impossible/is impossible) to ever truly know. So, there's no reason for me to even pose my last of future committment and whatever, but anyways.. In this moment, my present moment is being manipulated by my projected expectations of the future. So, I'm not in the most - present - moods. I guess.

Or maybe I am presently here. anyways yeah.

Ah, I approached him after he came up to the studio in which I was painting. When he came he chilled there for a bit, Nicole him and I spoke for a while - about the bike trip. and other stuf. I'm fairly ego-centric, especially right now because I'm super excited. And - then as quick as he came he exits and goes down. Nicole and I talk afterwards, "do you think he'll actually go with you for the bike trip?" I saw - I dunno. I tell a first experience I've had with Marley's plannings, and it went with him proposing - then retracting his proposal - then me approaching him to see if it was still plausible - then him saying yes - just wait - then after waiting him saying no - then after me going, him saying - go here - i say, show and I'll follow - and then he shows, and I'm there buying a pack of smokes, and finally, FINALLY, he goes - Oh, I'll split that pack of smokes with you.

So it's like - he's not committed to what he says, he's interested in the opposing player's reactions. And I don't fully understand why right now. but, it's that. He.. I guess... wants to feel wanted, maybe, wants to feel in control. Or maybe - to feel higher up. Or.. likes, watching others be dissappointed?

I'm unshure. Which is why I'm hesitant over him coming with me on this trip. Meaning, he definitely has me pumped for him to come - he's a cool guy, really. I'm interested in getting to know him, and potentially maybe .. well who knows. but.. it's like - where the "game" ends, and where the real experience begins. Yeah. like everything and nothing is a game and an experience - but.. I dunno. Maybe with his inability to stick to his words all the way through - it makes me - more independant.

I guess.

I went over to Port before I came home to tell Shaun what Marley had proposed. Fuck, this is all so fresh, like - so fresh it might as well not exist. I'm going to hang out with Marley (maybe) tomorrow - so. I told Shaun and he said when he went on his bike trip, this girl Amelia was like, "Oh, I'll go with you!" He was cool with it, but then again also not because he wanted to not have it be a romantic thing. It's people - biking across Canada -for themselves, yet with each other. Before the trip, months before, they had a walk with the other and before Shaun even said it, Amelia was like, "so I'm not gunna go." And Shaun said that that was wise. Anyways, Amelia is totally attracted to Shaun. So of course, and I do this too, we include ourselves in the others plans so that we have time to be with them and for them to like us. I get it. And fuck, Shaun is so beautiful, I definitely get it.

I don't know where Marley's coming from.
I don't know where I will be with Shaun if Marley does come.

If Shaun and I end - then I can do whatever.
Out of a - ahhh.. I can't even really comprehend right now what it would feel like if Shaun and I were to decide - hey, so it was a good run. let's not kiss any more and such. I don't know how I will/would feel about that when/if it comes.
If Shaun and I decide to stick it out - somehow, I dunno. Like, we're still dating??? but I'm biking to BC to visit him?? I dunno - then yeah, for shure man! I will not fucking touch anyone, you know. But like, hmm.

There
s no w
ay in
telling.

So. I'll leave it at this.

I'm gunna pluck the guitar a bit. It's about time.

Mareena's interesting. Same with Marley. Both consumed in their moods so as not to let people know that they're just having a day. Well, Mareena does. And Marley did. Anyways... interesting.

Fuck it.

You are the only one who has constantly had your heart beat felt. Love it.

Thursday, April 4, 2013


I am going to bike across Canada.
I am going to bike across Canada.
I am going to bike across Canada.
I am going to bike across Canada.
I am going to bike.
I am going to bike.
I am biking.
I am biking across Canada.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

I'm going to bike to Milton.

Or even Manitoba.

Or even Alberta.

Or even - BC

Monday, April 1, 2013

Seriously?


I'm getting to become so anxious. I want something else to possess me. A goal, a purpose. A dvine inspiration. I kind of just want nothing to do that will get me stressed - which is everything.

Another large essay is due tomorrow for my FEMAHIS class - haven't even started the research for it.

Can I do it in one week? Nope.

FUCK

How do I address all the realities that I want to.

Of course other people have to go on and live their lives and shit - but damnit, of course the separation will hurt too.

These are my worries.

Essays that are not adored
Friends that are forgotten.

Holy shit, I can almost smell the distance between us. That air is thick.

Your lease is up on June 1st.

Mm. I don't know if I'm over reacting. Or what is over reacting? I am reacting. There's not an under, nor an over. Because there's not a proper.

But, to be honest.. my grip is what I'm conscious of. Relax the grip, and things will come and go, and every touch will be a blessing.

I almost cried yesterday. Because when you closed your eyes your body leaned over to me. I thought it was beautiful to watch a body react to another body. I thought it beautiful to see bodies communicate and react to another. The tears in my eyes - I keep on telling myself it's too early to cry.

I can see me biking out really really far this summer, so full of hurt and emptiness. MY COMPANION - gone. I am at my destination. And my heart and breathe is empty, my legs hurt, the sun burns. It is both nice, and empty. I am screaming and yelling at you into the phone. I can't talk to you anymore! You need to come here! I am demanding. And I know that nothing can be received. What am I demanding?

Do I want the universe to deliver? To Deliver what? you? Or what you represented? Or what you gave?

Welcome to my insanities and anxieties.

"Houston - it seems like we're running out of air."
"We know. We know."
"Maybe we'll be seeing you."