So, it seems like its still time for a short update about me traveling. What happened so far? We're still in Wellington and will be for awhile. I found plenty of good books in the library as well as a piano room - now I just need something to record the new songs... Speaking of which, Black Inck is doing good and against all rumors, there is NO breaking up as less as I am going to be replaced (or am I? Did I miss something?)
In other news, I tried to get a job as a pianist in a bar or hotel or restaurant, but I failed (as I was struck to the ground - end Tenacious D reference). I just handed out some flyers about giving piano lessons, maybe someone will answer, until then I hope I'll get a job above minimum wage, maybe translator or something like that. What else? Luana is just on a track outside Wellington and I'm able again to send email. In still other news, I'm getting fucking tired (over here its already 11:21, nearing midnight...) and tomorrow will be a tough day full of looking for jobs, so I'll call it a night soon. Georg, a german guy who just crashed here yesterday and will today will just come home in about 20 minutes, then I'll call it quits.
Rob: Forget to tell you, watch out for a movie called "Yukai Wars". Seems to be quite cool one (japanese Fantasy).
So far for the news. What else is up? I'm sitting here on this soft leather couch in the lounge of this cool flat share, the couch that is cool for sitting upon it but far too soft to sleep upon, and am thinking. About going to bed soon, about not having anyone to talk about certain things, about the feeling of being too replaceable. Since I left, everything goes on the way it did. People stop writing email, just as they were forgetting about you. On meetings very important to me, I don't feel missed but more like just another line in the section "absent". Many people who I thought really care about me don't even answer to my email, read the blog or give any fuck in any other way (are they HAPPY I'm gone?) And everything important to me back home is like slipping out of my hands. It's like the George Harrison song - "Life goes on within you and without you"... But what will I find when I come back? Even until now I changed so far, I made so many experiences that when I had to come back tomorrow, I'd still say it was the right decision to come over here. And there are more to come, not to mention celebrating Christmas in the hottest summer (I keep on forgetting you guys are actually freezing in late autumn!) But, well... there gotta be a time after the summer, and that's what I'm a little afraid of. To eventually lose the few things I actually left behind. Or to already have lost them. So what am I heading up to? Going back to a place where people learned to get along without me? My newest song is called "A decent lection of replaceability". Bad omen?
"I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming
I woke up with fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?"
(Linkin Park - Leave out all the rest)