What’s left to be said?

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Blurry

As I awoke to the tune of Cicada’s The Things You Say (makes for an excellent alarm tone) and the fuckin’ awesome scent of hazelnut coffee, I pinched myself to ensure that I was indeed dreaming. The past few days have been rather…big on flashbacks it appears.

I sit up and realize that I’ve got wires all over and kapoof! I find my touch right below me. Shit.

In other news, I’ve got a really neat looking footstool for when I get lazy and just want to lay back and watch a movie or two. I give you…Heineken’s best creation EVER.

Walking to the Point of No Return



So the weather has finally cooled down.
I’ve stumbled upon some old pictures of Holly. From the day we brought her home to the day we frantically rushed her to the vet after my mum ran her over, to the day she died from a liver infection, she was always the life of the house.

The crater that popped open after she left was magnimous.
No longer did we have to chase her down whenever a guest came.
No longer did I have to tie her up before I went out.

I lost not a dog, I lost a companion.
Even hours before she expired, she still continued to tease and battled through it all until her body gave in in the wee hours of Christmas day.

I refrained from mentioning this, because I wanted to ensure that when I did it, I wanted it to be right, and fitting. This, Hollywonkaboo, is your grand sending off. Sorry korkor wasn’t there with you all the time. Sorry for being so lax with you. Sorry for letting you have your way all the time.
Sorry, for not getting you to the vet earlier.

You’ll always be in our minds. Gone yes, but not forgotten…

I Live on Grote Street

You don’t quite have a firm grasp upon how fast time flies, until you look back and see that everything was a blur, and what’s more surprising is that period of time wasn’t that long anyways.

So how’s it like moving out for the bloody first time and having to wash my own toilet bowl, cook my own (proper) food, living with other people apart from family for an extended period of time, and also being responsible for expenditure (not one of my favourites, considering the current state of the oz currency) ?
It’s alright.

Adelaide isn’t as bad as they put it out to be. Sure it isn’t KL or Melbourne for that matter, but it’s still pretty easy to live in. I’m quite fortunate to be residing in a particularly strategic spot for free public transport. The free city bus that stops right in front of my campus happens to stop right in front of my townhouse, whilst the tram is only 3mins walk away.

Speaking of walking, I reckon I’ve covered a fuckload of distance on foot already in my 3plus weeks here. The weather here is mad, in case nobody has heard of me griping about it already. One week of 16degree weather is followed up by 30, and then now 39degree sweltering wind. That’s not much fun. Then there’s the whole thing about how I don’t have a single fan in my room, and silly me initially thinking that the weather would really cool down a week after the sweltering heat (it did, but only for a week before rising).

Anyways, I’m quite done with everything. I don’t know what I can do anymore, or rather what we can do anymore, that will make things work. I won’t deny the fact that we tried, but maybe we really do need more time. I guess we all need to clear our heads for a bit, and just go about our daily lives and just stop paying thought to what we’d like to happen. Maybe we’re just too close for our own good?