At last... a post!

Its been a lonely time out here.

Thank the Lord he saw fit to send me up to Sydney for a long weekend to spend time with Bo Grosso, to whom I am grateful for much hospitality and friendship.

Once again since my last post, there have been many a flare up of things I could have written about.

Fortunately for all involved, I do recognize that my writing side is also my melodramatic and meloncolic so I will not fully indulge it.

Flashes of thoughts gone past lately:

1) Holy Shit is that how much I've spent?

2) Damned Fobs with their names from the big book of asian names.

3) Riding a scooter at 45 km/h, wayyy scarier then driving at 240 km/h

4) Almost a month here, no new friends yet, can I only properly relate to asians?

5) Be proud of your name dammit. It is a weapon, a charm, it is strength.

6) So strange to hear the words of war, coming from the innocent (or at least perceived so)

7) No one rode for the cup, as predicted, yet... I'm still disappointed.

Enough snippets.

Shall we begin?