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Home.

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Two more days in the land down under.

I'm back from Apollo Bay and I think I'm catching a cold. I've been sneezing. And I have a major headache now.

Tomorrow night will be our last night in our humble abode. When I say "humble abode", I really mean it. It's a one room unit, as in the whole thing, is one room.

We never took pictures of the place. Procrastination, my best friend. I'm going to miss this place and how it always smells of whatever we had for dinner.

I'm going to miss my shrine, my lovely book mountain.

I'm going to miss having that picture of Boromir right beside where I put my head when I sleep.

I'm going to miss my cousin.

I'll miss my roomie, I suppose. But I'm gonna see her half the year each year anyway so that's okay.

And then there's that plan we have...


P.S. I just realized how bad my counting is.

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I can count the days on one hand.

Addie's back home for what, 2 weeks now? Sam left today and Jean's in Apollo bay. I'm alone. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

I didn't do very adventurous things though. In fact, I did quite the opposite. I called Jon and begged that he have me over at their place. There I helped Auntie Poh Im decorate scone baskets. After which I helped her make wantons. I now know the secret. :)

She, of course, cooked up a lovely meal. My reward. I'm so easy to buy. Just promise me dinner.

I just realised, the feeling of Christmas and the feeling of home are both very similar. I've been feeling them both, which is a very very potent feeling.

I don't want to die either. Not yet. Maybe when I start becoming a liability to the world. As of now, I feel that I have much to offer. SO HELLO WORLD! Achtung!

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If I could die today, I wouldn't want to.

Now, that's change.

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It seems I've lost all track of time. Today is Wednesday? I had no idea.

So Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. That's six seven days. By next Thursday, Kris and I will be home.

Damn!

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I woke up early this morning. By early, I mean about eleven. I changed into my bathers, in case it gets sunny later. And then I vacuumed the floor and took in the laundry.

I had breakfast--egg tart and juice (with whiskey). Then I made cupcakes, all by myself. I used to think that I couldn't follow recipes but I've come to realize that cooking is chemistry in action.

So when I cook I just pretend that I'm in the lab doing an experiment and it all goes well.

Then I had a cup of coffee while watching Ed Wood, which I think is gonna be one of my inspirations. It's not my new Amelie but it's filed under "Things that Keep Me Going", together with things like How I Write:The Secret Lives of Authors and my Jane Austen box set.

"I just want to tell stories. Things that I find interesting" ~Johnny Depp as Edward D. Wood Jr., Ed Wood

Off to read now!! A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

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I've been told too often that I live in a fantastical world. Maybe that's why I'm such a skeptic.

"The problem with me is, I guess, the way I express myself, you have to be with me 50 years before you can get a sense of what I'm talking about."
~Al Pacino

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Um, Kris, remember the other thing/idea we had? That Sarah is in on. Remember? Yeah, this is me trying to be cryptic. I'm not good at it. Being cryptic, that is. Not when I'm doing it intentionally anyway.

I think we could still keep this blog alive. Until the other idea takes off anyway. And then we lay it to rest by blogging (I still HATE that word) about that OTHER idea. And while this blog is alive, we could keep blogging about how one year abroad has "changed our perspective" and how we've "discovered ourselves".

By that I mean that perspective definitely changes when one is drunk and self-discovery never really ends. Hmm, this post is starting to sound like our other idea. Yup, that's me, trying to be cryptic again.

Anyways, I've discovered one thing this year. I really do not like boys. Glad I finally got that off my chest. Oh, but I like my brothers and Josh and Aaron. There's just a line between "people i consider actual people" and "people".

I just think people are horrible, untrustworthy and all tangled up in their own lives, myself (definitely) included. And you know, I want to be proved wrong, I do. But that thought, of being proved wrong, scares me a little because that would mean that I've got no excuse to live in this hole of mine anymore.

Damn! I'm a better psychoanalyst than I thought I was. Things I'm good at: self-psychoanalysis and lying.

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Eleven. Sebelas. Sap Yat. Undici.

Mum, Dad, Jean and I went for a stroll in the Royal Botanical Gardens. It was lovely. Took some pics and just chatted as we walked. I am a lover of parks and forests. Always, always up for a walk there unless of course it's with some drunkard whose beard reeks of stale alcohol and cheese. Grossies!



Still listening to 'The heart of life' by John Mayer. Good song that one. I liked 'Free-falling' too until I read the lyrics. Here's a bit of it:

All the vampires walkin through the valley
Move west down ventura boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts

Originally sung by Tom Petty, John Mayer did a cover of it.

What in the world is it supposed to mean?

Hey Jean, I just realised, the countdown to home-home actually means the end of the blog. So sad. We must do something as we lay it to rest, peacefully. How?

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And man, Do I have a muscle ache from packing! I'm not some crazy person who packs a few times before going anywhere. Oh wait, I am. I call it "practice packing".

The thing is, I'm leaving for Apollo Bay tomorrow and I'm staying there for a week. And I'll only be back on the 7th of December. And our flight's in the morning on the 11th, which means I have to be ALL PACKED by the 10th.

I know that's three days but oh well, I just don't want to be a nervous wreck during the week I'm gone.

I'm going to take naps on the beach and go body boarding and laze around and read, yup, pretty much live in my bathers.

And sleep...I'm gonna sleep a lot.