Back from Vietnam.. Boy was it different. For starters.. Pho is eaten for breakfast!! Breakfast!!!
The whole country runs on motorbikes. And the afore said motorbikes can be found anywhere from on the street to in stores. They'can also be used for sleeping and as a seat for sitting, especially if that little corner restaurant on the road is a bit too crowded.
The photo is of a horde of wooden water puppets that you can buy outside a temple.

It's good to be back in Sydney.. But why must the weather be 35 000 degrees?!

Here's everything i've accumulated in 2 years. The sad thing is that 3 boxes are just books and files.

Packing is hard. Especially when you're a horder like me. But then you kinda logic your way through sorting things.. and then you try picking up the boxes which are filled with .. stuff .. So you end up throwing things away. Which you regret later when you can't find anything anymore!
I swear i had a dooby-majig .. but i think that went in the great devastation of 2005... Lets bow our heads and take 1 minute of silence..

2 days drive later, and i'm back in sydney. Already I'm hooked on a TV show- some pilot from America called Prison Break.

A friend got me thinking... into why people settle for things, circumstances, people when they want something else..? Because things are easier, more convenient, simpler? But does choosing the easy option make life happier? Conversely, by choosing not to settle do people just pile up regrets, on opportunities not taken?

So, this is the end of second year.
2 years done, 2 years to go.
2 years away fron Sydney and all my friends.. who have i kept in contact with?
Who has kept in contact with me?
Who are the new people i have met?
How many will still call if i'm living in another city? I wonder? hmmmm?
p.s. i hate packing. It's times like these when i wish i wasn't such a horder of junk.

This is the top of the world.
Maybe i should think small, because i miss small things from my view up here.

(This photo is an ode to gamblor...=p)

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-----I'm feeling rather stretched. As Bilbo Baggins said, kinda spread out thin like a bit of butter on too much bread. I'm tired of studying. I'm wanting to get out and have fun. I'm wanting to get on with my life and start working. I feel like i'm doing things in reverse. Move out of home when i'm still studying. Worrying about bills and groceries and cooking, when most people i know are worried about which top to wear to casual friday at work this week. Trying to make out that i'm smart, but not too smart lest people take what i say to heart. Trying to make our lives more interesting when really, everyone is moving their own black and white paint in circles attempting to make a colour- any colour. Trying to act nice when I just want to yell shut up you twit. You don't know how tiring it is reining in this desire.How much self control is takes. It wears you down. A guy who did my undergrad degree once said that it's easiest to be yourself and not pretend. He was right. He is right. But if that were the case, this world would be littered with sulky loud-mouthed nut bags. Yes, there is a place for self restraint, and you use online diaries to vent.
Thank you for reading this, if you did read this. If you didn't then this isn't relevant.

I met a girl from Japan- she is teaching me the art of patience and calmness.

I met a guy from Norway- he taught me that Australian's are not as friendly as we would like to think (fancy being in Australia for 2 years, and only meeting 4 Australians? versus 50 international people studying in Adelaide?)

I met a guy from Adelaide- He reminds me of a friend who is living in China. He is a musician, doing neuroscience, lives in wine country, and has a big goofy smile....

I wonder what happens to all these people you meet in an instant? I wonder if i'll ever see them again?