the king in flannel.

Perhaps the hardest thing about catching up with long-lost friends is that both have been missing from each other's lives for awhile, so much so that it's hard to relate everything in the space of a coffee cup. As I've perhaps reiterated many many times, life moves on, with or without your consent. And while you may feel depressed that good friends are moving on further than a block away, there is little choice but to wish one well and take the next train.

One of the hardest things in life sometimes is to reconcile what's in your heart and what's in your mind. More often than not, the two aren't in agreement, and the trouble is deciding which one sounds better. Or right. And sometimes, better and right aren't even on the same chapter.

Getting through life is possibly the hardest thing you can do, if you think about it.

And on that note, successful relationships are honestly miracles themselves. How else do you explain how two completely different people, with different dreams, ideals, personalities, characteristics, and desires come together and decide to fall in love? I am not inclined at all to the idea of love being reduced to biological and chemical equations, but neither am I foolish enough to believe that there is such thing as a perfect one or true love. It's mostly a notion for people in denial, I suspect. Nevertheless, I don't believe I need to further elaborate on my beliefs, because frankly it's not worth much.

I would list down the many various complaints and troubles I have right now, most of them in relation to my attempt at getting a Australian permanent residency status, however, those details will only bore and I don't think I want to get worked up right now either.

My sleep cycle has turned upside down (I sleep at 7am and wake up at 2pm) and I'm beginning to cherish whatever time I have to myself. Even though I haven't started work yet. I'm not-so-secretly spending quiet nights alone deciding whether to continue my schedule as a Fifa Football Manager, or watch a movie. So far I'm juggling both quite decently. I also have the luxury of deciding whether to compliment the chosen activity with either Milo, tea, or the Alchohol of the Day.

And it makes me feel like the king of the home.

Having choices is good. Just like now, when I've decided to finally write something down after days and weeks of inactivity. And I've decided to do it on a fairly regular basis as well. So you can expect more. Soon. Ish.

Trying to write a decent script for Drama has been rather taxing and difficult. While two heads are better than one, and I have a certain reluctance towards bad ideas, it's quite hard to figure out whether the jokes we laugh about actually are really funny, or are they by-products of the...neveryoumind. And unless everybody lends a helping hand, I must say this has been one of the most difficult project so far.

I've used up 10 minutes already I reckon. So to end it, here's a very jaw-dropping photo from a very good friend. Celebrities still seem like demi-gods somehow, even when you know they're quite human. With the exception of a certain Hilton heiress.


And no, he's not Jesus.

. Arigato .