i'll miss this hideout.

it sheltered us from the chilly bitter winter, chilled us from the sweltering heat.

warmth from the burning logs and within our souls.

we started virtually from nothing, and grew together like the damn weeds crowding our gardens.

my ears encounter your irritating "sweet" voice that echoes down the passageway,

the resounding concoction of blades and knives from killing sprees in dota,

the steady whirring fans and the weak beeps from the kitchen

the chirpy birds and the mysterious neighbor who strums away.

then the possums party all night long, scuffling from tile to tile above our heads,

and triggering the hazard lights periodically.

at the gates where the gallant looking mitsubishi rests with its silver lining,

trees and scrubs rooted proudly to greet the pathway,

and that dirty yellow chair remained untouched since we stepped in this year.

and because of this, kimberley wept under her blanket on her last night.

what a loser.

CLOSURE.

and so another year in uni has wooshed. i must say it has been very eventful and exciting.oh damn my mind is in an absolute state of conundrum pertaining to the issue of whether to go all out to pursue finance and actuarial studies. oh wells meanwhile, time to march out and greet the scorching sun, dangerous and lethal one i must say. far out, skin cancer is the limiting factor.who cares, we'll all die someday hahahaha. and i've decided to change my flight dates to an earlier slot.

WHOOOOO. another chapter in life done. what's new?

DON'T LISTEN, DON'T SPEAK.

i just don't want anyone to bother me.

i don't want to see all of your faces, a good long break.

CRUMBS OF LIFE.

wasted peeps sprawled all over the weather beaten road, the air reeked of alcohol. the fearsome blinding lights of red and blue roamed around the neighborhood. we laughed, we trashed the old leaves from our tongues. i was caught in between. sporadic brawls and yells infested the atmosphere. the familiar faces i saw once again. they came, they shared, they left. new faces came. and then another goodbye.

another night has past.

it was never your fault.

we did the best we could, and we remained faithful in our hearts.

but the truth was, we never worked out.

why do things have to come at such an end?

FAKE BASTARDS.

what the hell is coming out of this place? , i wondered. some people just don't seem to be sincere after all. half the time they simply lie. hiding the truth from me is a norm. can't roll those tongues of yours just to say it? And people love me for my vulnerability. this is a brilliant opportunity. they know i'll never fight back. it's very heartwarming to experience people insult you with their sharp speeches while the rest frown upon you. insane, who would think that it's heartwarming? any person will feel like a crumpled trash paper deep down. the funny part is that they come back to you with a smile. stubborn me, i just never seem to make a move, never to scream or fight back. it's all part of our ego after all. it's becoming bad luck having to see you again and again.but after all, the plan is going well, keep up the good work of your fakies, i would love to sit on that armchair someday.

small is good.

i'm gonna win this race! in the meantime, damn it canberra really is a shithole here. academic workload is towering up and strangely, it somewhat reminds me of a gasping blackhole.

i've jotted some things i will wanna do. apart from hitting the books and notes. perhaps opening the dream restaurant sounds like a can do. also, i should take my guitar more seriously. i sense potential beneath that simple, stark looking stringed instrument of mine. teach someone, not lecture. lecturing sounds like a chore.

fall in love. fall in love again. maybe the mind has been playing tricks with me.

HOLY SHITT.

my regime begins!

what do you see?