Oh, I missed January. Nevermind because nothing much really happened. I was just exsisting without creating waves, living like a good little citizen and contributing to society. But no more of that. No no no. I’ve finished with such conformism. Now I’ll do what I want when I want regardless of the consequences, just like I used to. I have not returned to Bangkok to abide by the guidelines drilled into me a thousand times over. I am here to cause trouble and trouble is what I do best. So prepare yourselves. This train is about to become a wreck.

Forgive me for my negligence. I have not been in the mood to bring you news of my existance. Besides, there are consequences for writing the truth that are far greater than just saying the truth.

A basic update of the basic going-ons that surround me can, and will, be listed in point format:

• Work , work, work with little to no enjoyment of any task given to me but great excitement over the loy. Yes, money is GOOD!
• Outtings with Simon non-stop across the weeks. Always good to get out the house to see someone you feel like you don’t want to live without.
• More fun and debauchary with the gallus. A new Coburg residence, very close la cita, means we have a great location for weekly Brunswick Street excurions to liquor-liscenced venues. I love the intoxicated high-heel stumble we all perform in unison on our way in and on our way home.
• Xmas is not something I support or encourage therefore I did my very best to avoid participating in celebrations.

Most importantly, and far more deserving that a simple dot point is my departure date: 20 January 2009. That’s right, I will be back in Bangkok yet again. FINALLY!!

I have posted far too much personal information/thoughts throughout my blog.

I am naturally quite a private person.

This doesn’t suit my image/mind set.

I’ve decided I don’t like the idea of people knowing things about me without me knowing that they know.

Therefore I have removed all posts worth reading and from here on in am keeping my self to my self.

But don’t worry, I’ll start a fresh blog, only you won’t know it’s me or you starring in the narrative.

There could be more to this.

There should be more to this.

If there’s not, then why did I begin?

Lyrics blantantly stolen from The Acadmy Is… and plastered across a blurry heart do no more than make me wonder why I even bother. There’s no ‘heart’ behind this. I’m just mucking around before I go to bed…