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.

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.