Supergirl

I've decided, recently, to use whatever paper I have on hand or any available empty notebooks carried over from before to store my musings in writing form.

I know right? I saved $10 that way and I think I am quite proud of myself (though it's not that big a deal tbh really).

I'm at Victoria Market right now sitting at aa cafe I used to frequent all those years ago. And, it has really come a full circle hasn't it?

I've been walking to Brunswick, I am working out religiously, I am taking the green drink again and now I am here at a cafe where I used to go just for the heck of it. It was dog friendly, still is, but I don't have a dog.


Spoke to my mother the other day, and I think the departure date is more or less set. All I have left to do, is to book my flight.

January 6th, the day my lease ends, possibly.

I don't know what else I can say here what I haven't already written down somewhere. Oh, one more thing to add would be that I am even blogging back at my old space.

I'm gonna miss this place, but I don't think I will not adapt to the new surroundings so slowly. Or maybe, I don't know. I guess we will know when the time comes.

And dear buddy, don't you cry

Nothing much in particular, except that maybe I've gotten myself another job. I can't help but think maybe that it was a perfect timing, considering how I was due to pay for my fine and I was almost on the verge to start worrying.

I've been leading a lackadaisical life, not really worrying about anything else other than my alarms and workout times.

Everyone's going back, everyone whom I know and possessed the same dream with me to stay here and start a life - except maybe Jodi, but I still think she'll be going back at the end of the day unless someone sponsors her.

Winter should be coming to an end, if it hasn't already. With the cold weather gone, it took away my sense of lethargy, hopelessness and filled it with more purpose and more gusto. I used to wonder how exactly this particular author committed suicide because the weather was always gloomy, and in general, that town had quite a lot of suicide rates. Not that I was thinking of committing suicide, but I understand now that external circumstances really can make a difference.

It's September now, and less than 6 months later, I will most likely find myself packing to go back. Can't say I am happy to leave, but I can't exactly say I am sad either. Emotionssssss.

It's funny how sentimental and emotional I can be, when all my life I really just didn't want to care so much about anything and everything because it'll really just be easier if emotions were not involved in any sense. It's also really funny that my close friends think I have the ability to just drop a person and move on with my life, and that they worry that I might be caring too little. If anything, I think they should be worrying that I really care too much.


Shows to take note of come 2016:
- Person of Interest
- The 100


I just hope I remember when the time comes!!!