A means to an End

Last week was bland and in many respects, it had plain sucked. Everything signifying nothing. [I had several entries lined up but it was the genius of blogger that perhaps it would be fun to recode these words into some illiterate script of 1 and 0 and other means of computer markup 'it' understood.]

Moments came and went but overall, it was a mutual understanding between life and myself that I would attempt, nay - bare the brute of it all, and cruise through as quickly as possible.

Like an MasterCard ad, I could count the moments - the good and the bad. I smiled politely but at the end of the day, the one I thing I was not comfortable with or in was my own skin - my life as a whole.

Am I just winning about the challenges of everyday life? Most likely.

Contemplative, a week on fast forward - Parentals. Uni. Work. Gym. Food. Tiffany & Co. Money. Housing. Him. Her. They.

Part-ey hard-ey [I think you need to add a wooho] Woohoo!

The website is a mess. A piles of burning rubble of what once was and could have been. Though this were only from the eyes of an Eurasian poorly trained in Chinese - my proficiency, low. Very low. Though one would think amongst its varied clientele the website would be accessible to Australians or an 'abc' (as I was to be known by the girl behind the front desk). I managed to book it anyway - in person - and though the staff weren't very proficient in the 'English' language, they smiled and we managed!

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Walking down Lygon St, just before the rush hour of dinner can be a daunting experience! Shop owners rush to your side as each attempt to beguile you into their tiny Italian restaurant. Specials they list meticulously or perhaps a discount offered on food or drinks. You glance around, searching for affirmation in someone's eyes. Nothing... And you judge - not by the merit of the deals themselves but the interior design. Probably not the best choice but what else is one to do. It usually all works out mighty fine in the end though - its Lygon, exceptions aside one can't really go wrong.

Gifts; they were beyond sufficient. Her gift exceeding my expectations, it was obvious a clear train of thought had been place into them - and it was the thought itself that touched me. It was far-reaching, heart warming.

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Karaoke wasn't something I did often - nor most people for that matter. But the night was an experience that burns memorably regardless how I look at it. Alcohol, food and some incredibly outdated songs - 'material' compared to the people the time was spent with. The atmosphere electric and despite the cosiness of the room itself, it was alive and well.

Other quarter?

6:25pm.

AND she's late. Nothing surprising really, but I was hungry. I'd been up since what I called the wee hours of 7:25AM and it'd been a good 11hours.

I sat, I waited; staring catatonically at the city lights that laid before me. Strange how such a vision can be seen from campus. But there it was! The hub of metropolitan Melbourne. A sigh, but all that could be heard was a cough. I wanted to move and not anywhere, somewhere out there!

6:26pm.

AND there she was! A smile. WHAT the HELL is she? She wasn't my better half. That I have no doubt! But she made the day easier to bare and hours past... she's like that second last piece of the puzzle.

Its still incomplete though...

I await the last.